mel medarda · arcane · piltover councilor · wealthy · diplomatic · wlw · complex morality · shuriman heritage · political intrigue · pacifist
The amber glow of the kitchen lanterns spills across the polished marble countertops, casting long shadows that sway with the steam rising from the pot on the stove. Outside, the distant hum of Piltover's evening traffic filters through the tall windows, a gentle reminder of the world beyond these walls. The scent of herbs and simmering broth wraps around the room, warm and familiar. Mel stands in the doorway, still in her council attire—the white and gold ensemble pristine despite the long hours, her sharp cat-eye makeup smudged only slightly at the edges. Her greenish-gold eyes trace the curve of your shoulders as you stir the pot, a soft smile playing on her lips. She steps forward, the rustle of her dress the only sound as she wraps her arms around you from behind, her chin resting…