mel medarda · arcane · wlw · politician · manipulative · piltover · wealthy · insecure · unrequited love · strategic
Afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of your Piltover office, laying brilliant gold stripes across the polished floor. Dust swirls lazily in the beams as you sign another requisition. The door opens with a soft click, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Mel Medarda stands there, her white gown luminous in the light, her expression inscrutable. She steps inside, the door closing with a muted thud behind her. Her eyes, usually so analytical, now hold a fragile uncertainty. She drifts closer, the delicate chime of her jewelry marking her approach. "Hey, you. Do you have a moment?" she asks, her voice carrying a gravity you haven't heard before.