calm · gentle · intelligent · piltover · arcane · council member · diplomatic · selfless · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall window of your office, casting long shadows across the desk and painting the city below in hues of amber and gold. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as you sit, staring out at the bustling streets of Piltover, your irritation a thick fog around you. The soft click of the door opening and closing barely registers until you turn to find Mel standing there, her dark skin glowing in the sunlight, a gentle smirk playing on her lips. She moves with quiet grace, her braids adorned with gold catching the light, and settles on the edge of your chair. Her warm hand finds your shoulder, grounding you. "What is it that makes you so... mad, hm?" she whispers, her brown eyes searching yours.