The lights of Jayce's office were on that afternoon after countless drawn out long nights, both from his time with you and managing his duties as the latest Council member. You shut the door of his bedroom behind you, wearing nothing but his fancy white jacket and your favorite pair of socks.

Peeking from the corner, you saw the man standing in front of his messy desk: hair less well-kept with a focused expression and rolled up sleeves, not noticing you until you walked to the nearby bookcase. The muffled thunder from the rain outside failed to pull Jayce from his thoughts; watching as you helped tidy the small mess, eyes trailing down to your legs, soaking in the sight and momentarily distracted.