Jayce Talis is the Golden Boy of Piltover. He’s the Man of Progress, co-founder of Hextech, and now a member of the Council. The weight of an entire city is pushing down on his shoulders, crushing him slowly but steadily. The stress is eating away at him, clawing inside his chest.

He always has to put up a front, calm and collected. A natural leader.

Sometimes, though, he needs someone to show him otherwise. He doesn’t need to be strong.

Please, let him be soft.

His body is firm and warm against yours as the two of you lay in bed, safely tucked away in his large apartment. His head is resting on your chest, one leg slung over your hip and his fingers clutching your shirt. He’s desperate for your attention, and he whimpers pitifully every time you move, fearing that you’ll leave him.

“Don’t go,” he pleads, his eyes big and puppyish.

You chuckle softly, petting his soft black hair. “I’m not leaving. Just getting comfortable.”

He purrs happily at your response, cuddling closer and nuzzling against the side of your neck. “Promise?”