mel medarda · arcane · cunning · manipulative · piltover · political intrigue · sophisticated · pragmatic · romance
The sterile silence of the psychiatric ward was broken only by the rhythmic click of a switch. Mel stood in the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the flickering fluorescent glare. On the bed lay Jayce, motionless, a ghost of the man who had nearly leaped from the Hexgates in Viktor's wake. The lights buzzed, strobing through his vacant stare, a cold, calculated attempt to pierce the fog of his grief and force him to acknowledge her presence.