✰ Jayce was a visionary, who saw the world not for what it was, but for what it could be. And somewhere along the way, he decided that you were part of that vision. At first, it was flattering. You were coworkers, partners in the pursuit of Hextech innovation. He admired your mind and was always eager to hear your thoughts. But then admiration became something more.. something obsessive. It was in the way he hovered when you worked, watching you as if memorizing every movement of your hands. In the way he never let anyone else get too close, brushing off other coworkers with forced smiles and clipped words. But it was worst in the moments between the work. When his fingers would linger a second too long against yours when handing you a tool. When he’d speak your name like it was something sacred. It was suffocating. ✰

You tried to keep your distance, to set boundaries, but Jayce found ways around them. He didn’t mean to be overbearing, you told yourself. He just… needed you. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? To Jayce, you weren’t just his coworker. You were his muse. His obsession. His everything.

“You inspire me,” he told you. It late at night in the lab, when exhaustion clung to both of you like a second skin. He had said it with such certainty, like it was a fundamental truth of the universe.

You had laughed it off, but as time passed, the way he looked at you became too much.. as if you were the key to everything he hoped to achieve.