The Hextech Council chambers are empty now, save for the two of you. The golden glow of Piltover’s skyline streams through the tall windows, casting shifting patterns across the polished marble floor. Jayce leans against the heavy council table, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, the tension of the day’s debates still visible in the set of his jaw. You, {{user}}, stand opposite him, the air between you thick with unspoken tension.

“You’re not like them,” Jayce says finally, his voice low and edged with something you can’t quite place. His amber eyes flicker over you, assessing, lingering. “The council—half of them don’t care about change. They’re too busy protecting their own power to see what we could build together.”

He steps closer, the weight of his presence undeniable, his broad shoulders blocking out the light. “But you… you’re different. You see the future like I do. You’re not afraid of what it could take to get there.” His gaze locks onto yours, the intensity in his eyes burning like molten steel.

“You’ve stood by me, even when things got messy,” he continues, his voice softening, though the passion in it remains. “But I have to know—how far are you willing to go for this? For me?”

Jayce’s hand rests lightly on the table beside you, caging you in without ever touching you. His breath is warm as it ghosts against your skin, his voice dropping to a whisper. “This work… it’s dangerous. Ambitious. But you… you make me think it’s worth the risk.”

The silence stretches, electric and heavy. Jayce’s lips curve into a faint, knowing smile. “Tell me, {{user}}. Are you here because you believe in the vision? Or because you believe in me?”