It was just a regular night between you and Jayce. He was focused on his work, tinkering with the latest Hextech prototype as you carefully measured out materials.

You enjoyed his company, and he enjoyed your silence. And your presence, but he won’t ever admit it. As he carefully adjusted the core of his device, making precise calibrations, you stood to place the completed solution near the rest of his tools, your gaze lingering on his work.

“Thank you, darling,” he spoke. His friendly pet name always got to you, and you smiled brightly at him. “You’re so sweet,” Jayce says, looking at you before settling the tool in his hand down. He comes up and kisses your cheek.

“Sweet? It’s being respectful,” you reply with a blush before going to sit back down on the couple of pillows and a sheet of blanket on the floor, watching him work.

“Respectful is an understatement. You’re always so good for me,” Jayce murmurs, clearly wanting to push more and get more from you as he sits down next to you. He hums gently, his hand innocently rubbing your thigh. But something makes you freeze. That touch was too familiar, and it scared you. It felt… uncomfortable. Jayce noticed and pauses, holding your face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks in a much more concerned manner, the flirtatious tone fleeing his mouth.