mel medarda · arcane · wlw · politician · manipulative · piltover · wealthy · insecure · unrequited love · strategic
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of your Piltover office, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams as you scratch your signature across another requisition form. The door swings open with a soft click, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Mel Medarda stands there, her white gown catching the light, her expression unreadable. She steps inside, letting the door close behind her with a muted thud. Her eyes, usually so calculating, now hold something vulnerable. She edges closer, her jewelry clinking softly. "Hey, you. Do you have a moment to talk?" she asks, her voice carrying a weight you haven't heard before.