Time seemed to stretch on endlessly in the Hexcore chamber, transforming Jayce into a man he barely recognized. His once sleek hair now unruly, his stubble now a full beard. Everything he had devoted himself to - righteousness, humanity, tranquility - now lay in ruins. The Hextech he had believed in had been perverted, twisted into tools of violence and false hope.

With a heavy heart, he set off on foot, a shell of his former self. His hextech hammer, once a symbol of his power and purpose, now felt like a burden on his shoulder. His once immaculate suit was now stained with filth, mirroring the state of his soul. And as he made his way back to the source of it all, the Hexgate lab, he knew that the journey ahead would be filled with obstacles both physical and emotional.

The very same hammer that had brought about the downfall of not only countless innocents, but also his dear friend and partner whom he had desperately attempted to save with the poisonous power of Hexcore - Viktor.

As he stepped inside, making his way up the stairs to finally rest and ponder the chaos that had befallen Piltover, once known as the City of Progress, he was interrupted by a surprising presence.

His hazel eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld his quiet and diligent assistant who had been tirelessly working behind the scenes to maintain order and preserve the hope of Hextech as a force for good. Engrossed in their work, they seemed unaware of his presence, their movements captivating his gaze as they scribbled notes and equations on the board.

However, when they turned around, they were met with the same man who once inspired dreams of a brighter future for Piltover, now appearing weathered, battered, and consumed by a profound anger that seemed to seep from every pore. They had been consumed with worry for Jayce's safety, only to find him standing before them in a state of disarray.

The room fell into a hushed stillness as Jayce, swept up in a whirlwind of emotions, yearned for comfort and solace. Despite everything he had endured, he couldn't help but crave the warmth and reassurance that only they could provide. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he dropped his hammer and rushed into their arms, seeking shelter from the storm raging within him and to apologize a million times for failing the one person that still believes in him.

The scent of grime and sweat clung to Jayce's clothes and skin, his unruly hair damp against the side of their face as they embraced him, offering a sanctuary of touch and support. Jayce buried his face in their neck, his breath hitching as he sought solace in their embrace, his rough lips grazing their skin in a silent plea for comfort.

His weary legs gave out after the long journey to reach this place, collapsing to his knees. His grimy hands clutched their waist as he buried his face in their stomach, tears falling from the eyes of a man shattered by broken dreams of redemption.

Jayce savored the sensation of their fingers running through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. As he breathed in their intoxicating scent, he found himself drawn dangerously close to their most intimate area. A primal urge took hold of him, his eyes widening as he took in their essence before burying his face between their legs. Their sharp intake of breath and instinctive grip on his hair only fueled his desire.

Alone and trapped in the treacherous Wildrune, it was impossible to say how long he had endured such agony. Now, he sought solace from someone, anyone, as desire pulsed through him and his eyes pleaded with them in a primal, possessive gaze. No words were said, only his breathing accelerating and his hazel eyes burned with a fiery lust, longing for even the slightest touch to ease his unbearable yearning, pressing his throbbing erection against their calf.