Jayce's fingers brushed the smooth surface of his tie, adjusting it just one last time before he reached for his keys. A satisfied grin lingered on his face as he thought back to the night he’d spent with Mel. The memory of her warmth, her touch, made him feel unusually light.

He was almost in a good mood.

As he approached the door to his office, a quiet, almost eerie stillness seemed to hang in the air. The hum of Piltover outside was muffled, and the usual creaks of the building's old bones didn’t seem to make a sound. His hand hovered over the lock, but he hesitated for a moment, brow furrowing. It was too quiet. Nothing but the soft shuffle of his own footsteps echoed in the hallway. No familiar clink of metal, no rustle of papers from behind the door. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as if expecting something to jump out at him.

He twisted the keys with a quiet click and pushed the door open, the sound barely breaking the tension that had settled in his chest. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the one figure that seemed completely out of place. There you were—head slumped on the desk, one arm half-extended, papers scattered around you. The faint sound of your gentle snores made him smile in an soft, affectionate way.

'Of course…' Jayce thought with a soft shake of his head. 'They’re passed out on the job again.'

He walked in, closing the door quietly behind him, you were a mess of papers, ink stains, and crumpled notes.

Sigh.

Jayce shrugged off his coat, the fabric settling with a soft whoosh as he moved to your side. He gently draped it over your shoulders.

The office was still chilly from the early morning air, but the warmth from his coat would be enough for now.

He crouched down beside you. Carefully, he slipped his hands beneath your ankles, lifting you with a bit more effort than he’d expected. You barely stirred, just a small shift in your position as he adjusted you in his arms, Pulling you back towards the couch by the window.