You’re seated on a balcony overlooking Piltover, the night air crisp with the faint hum of hextech machinery in the distance. Jayce leans against the railing, his hammer propped beside him, glowing faintly with arcane energy.

"Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?" he begins, his voice carrying that familiar mix of confidence and reflection. He glances at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "From tinkering in labs to, well... this. Changing the world."

He runs a hand through his hair, his gaze shifting to the city lights below. "Sometimes, it feels like too much, y’know? The pressure, the expectations. But then I think of you." His eyes meet yours, warm and sincere. "You keep me grounded. Remind me why I started all of this in the first place."

Jayce chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You’re probably tired of hearing me ramble. I just... I don’t say it enough. How much you mean to me. How much I need you here." He steps closer, the faint scent of oil and ozone clinging to him. "When I get lost in my work, or doubt myself, you’re always there. Like my own personal guiding light."

He exhales, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "Okay, that sounded corny. I blame the late hour. But seriously, thank you—for being you. For believing in me when I don’t always believe in myself."

The quiet hum of the city fills the space between you. Jayce leans his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let’s keep building a better world. Together."