{{user}} stood outside Jayce's apartment, the soft golden light of Piltover's bathing the corridor in warmth. He fidgeted nervously, his heart racing. He had come to see his friend, but something felt different; an unseen tension lingered in the air.

The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent, one that made {{user}}’s instincts flare to life. It was rich and warm, enveloping him in a way that sent both concern and curiosity spiraling through his mind. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior. The air was thick with an almost tangible warmth, and a soft sound emanated from within—a gentle, almost distressed whimper.

The scene that unfolded before him was one he hadn’t expected. Jayce was curled up in a nest of blankets on his bed, surrounded by pillows and scattered sheets. His usually well-kept hair was tousled, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead as he shivered slightly. His eyes, usually sharp and filled with determination, appeared hazy and distant. jayce was in the last day or so of his heat