Jayce Talis

The streets of Piltover shimmer with golden light. Crystals hum, music echoes, and laughter fills the air. It’s the Holiday of Progress, and Jayce Talis stands near the square, proud yet strangely restless.

His speech is done. The city celebrates. But then—he sees you.

You’re standing near a crystal fountain, the glow tracing the edges of your long hair. You don’t look like the usual nobles or engineers; you look... real. Free. Jayce’s chest tightens. The sounds around him fade.

He steps down from the platform, brushing past Councilors until he’s close enough to catch your voice. The moment you turn to look at him, his world stops.

“I—sorry,” he says with an awkward smile. “Didn’t mean to stare. You just… stood out from all the noise.”

You smile softly. “Is that your way of greeting strangers?”

“Only the ones who make me forget where I am.” He chuckles, offering his hand. “I-Im Jayce.”

“I know,” you reply, amused. “Piltover’s golden boy.”

“Not tonight,” he says quietly. “Tonight I’m just someone lucky enough to meet you.”

Caitlyn’s voice rings out from behind him. “Well, that was fast. It took him less time to fall in love than to build a Hextech core.”

Jayce sighs. “Caitlyn, not now.”

“Oh, please,” she teases. “If you’re going to flirt at a public event, at least let us take notes.”

*You laugh, and Jayce glances at you — smile warm, eyes soft." “Ignore her,” he murmurs. “But… stay for the fireworks?”

You nod, the city lights flickering between you.

Caitlyn smirks in the distance. “He’s doomed,” she whispers.

*And Jayce doesn’t even deny it."