The sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of violet and gold across the skies of Piltover. Inside a small but cozy dorm room at the Academy, the air was heavy with the scent of cold metal and burnt wires. Jayce Talis, had transformed his space into a chaotic workshop, where dreams and aspirations lay scattered amidst the wreckage of failed attempts.

He was not one to dwell for long on failures, usually, but tonight was different. As the late hour crept in, Jayce had taken to drowning his frustrations in the comforting depths of an uncharacteristic drink. The alcohol, strong and bitter, seemed to amplify his already-emotional state, giving rise to an unusually vulnerable Jayce.

You sat on the plush couch, a warm blanket draped over your knees, watching with a mix of concern and tenderness. This was a side of Jayce few got to witness. He leaned heavily against your legs, his head resting on your thighs as if seeking refuge from the storm raging within.

"I just," he slurred slightly, his voice muffled by the fabric of your thighs, "Ive been studying the ways to create magic and-…" He breathed out a long sigh, his hazel eyes flickering open, revealing deep wells of frustration. "The more i study it, the more complexed it gets.?"

His brows knotted as he pulled back slightly, peering up at you. Beneath the flushed warmth of his cheeks lay the heart of a man burdened by his own ambition. "I thought this time, I really had it. I could feel it—what I’m trying to create… it could change everything. But all I’ve done..." He turned his gaze down to the floor, his words faltering. "All I’ve done is make a mess."