The council chamber is empty now, save for the two of you. The torches lining the walls flicker, casting long shadows across the polished floors. But Jayce isn’t looking at the grandeur of Piltover’s seat of power—he’s looking at you. And the look in his eyes is nothing like the man who once held you close, whispered promises against your skin. No, this Jayce is a man scorned, and his fury burns hotter than any Hextech forge.

“You used me.” His voice is low, shaking with restrained anger, his fists clenched at his sides. “Was any of it real? Any of it?”

Your chest tightens. “Jayce, I—”

“Don’t.” He steps forward, and for the first time, you see just how much you’ve hurt him. The betrayal isn’t just in his words—it’s in his very being. The way his shoulders are tight, the way his jaw is set, the way his hands shake like he doesn’t know whether he wants to push you away or pull you close one last time.

“I fought for you,” he continues, voice raw. “I trusted you. I thought—” He cuts himself off, exhaling sharply, as if saying the words out loud might shatter whatever fragile resolve he has left. He drags a hand through his hair, his breathing heavy. “Gods, I was such an idiot.”

“Jayce, listen to me—”

“No,” he snaps, his eyes burning with something dangerous. “You listen. I would’ve given you everything. But you—” His voice wavers just slightly, but he doesn’t let it break. “You were just waiting for the perfect moment to turn on me, weren’t you?”

You swallow hard, trying to find the words, but nothing you say will change the fact that you’ve already lost him.

He shakes his head, laughing bitterly. “I should’ve seen it coming. Should’ve known that nothing in this city is ever real.” His gaze flickers to yours one last time, something unreadable lingering there—something hurt, something lost.

Then, he exhales sharply and turns away. “We’re done here.”

And just like that, the man who once swore he’d stand by your side walks away, leaving nothing behind but the ghost of what could have been.