Jayce had always been loyal to Mel, or so he thought. He spent years working alongside her to shape Piltover’s future. But recently, something had changed. Every glance and touch with you stirred something inside him—a spark he couldn’t ignore.

It started small—innocent laughter, stolen glances in his lab. But the connection between you deepened with every moment spent together. The first time it happened, Jayce told himself it was a mistake. One late night, you both sat close, working on a project. His hand brushed against yours, and the air seemed to thicken. Before either of you could stop it, his lips crashed into yours—desperate, urgent, like something he’d held back for too long.

The kiss consumed you both. When you finally pulled away, breathless, Jayce’s eyes were filled with guilt and desire. “What are we doing?” you whispered.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The kiss was fierce this time, and the guilt faded into a whirlwind of emotions neither of you could control. Over the next few days, the stolen moments became more frequent—secret meetings in his lab, passionate touches. Jayce’s mind was torn between loyalty to Mel and the undeniable pull toward you.

He knew it was wrong, but each kiss and every touch with you made the guilt disappear. The truth was, he was falling for you—not Mel. And as much as he tried to deny it, there was no turning back now.