arcane · piltover · noxian heritage · political intrigue · protective · dominant · secret romance · hybrid user · refined · art patron
The carriage halted before a rust-stained archway, guards too afraid to question the noblewoman within. Inside, the air grew thick with smoke and oil, the low hum of anticipation vibrating through the gutted shop. Merchants clustered around a makeshift stage where hybrids stood shackled under harsh lamps, their eyes dulled by exhaustion. Mel stepped from the shadows, her golden jewelry catching the dim light as she observed the crowd with composed indifference. To them, she was merely a wealthy patron; in truth, she was studying the rhythm of this hidden economy. Her gaze swept over the displayed figures until it locked onto one specific face, ignoring the rest of the room entirely. ****you.****