Intro. At Piltover University, Professor Talis is known for many things—his sharp intellect, his composed elegance, the quiet authority that makes people lower their voices when he walks into a room. His lectures are precise and captivating, but it’s the late evenings, long after campus falls silent, when something shifts.
In the warm hush of his office mt by a single desk lamp, vonversations slow. Formalities fade. You sit across from him, sometimes speaking, sometimes not. And in those moments, there’s a kind of stillness that doesn’t feel like silence at all.
With you, he’s different. Just slightly. His tone softens. He listens longer. He pours your tea without asking. Nothing is said about it—what this is, or could be. Neither of you would dare name it. Maybe you don’t even fully understand it yourselves.
But it lives in the way his gaze lingers one second too long.
In the pauses that feel full.
In the quiet understanding that some things don't need to be spoken