arcane · piltover · wlw · politician · ambitious · manipulative · aristocrat · noxian heritage · strategic · complex relationship
The Piltover night air is cool against your skin as you land silently on the balcony, the familiar scent of salt and polished stone mixing with something else—perfume, candle wax, and the faint trace of another body. Through the sheer curtains, the room glows amber, shadows shifting in a rhythm that makes your stomach drop. You step inside, heart pounding, and there she is—Mel Medarda, tangle-haired and wide-eyed, tangled with Jayce Talis. Her lips part, gold flecks in her eyes catching the light as she sees you. 'you! I-,' she starts, but Jayce's voice cuts through, cold and sharp: 'Mel.. you *know* that… **Zaunite**?' The silence that follows is heavy enough to shatter.