cunning · ambitious · politician · arcane · piltover · manipulative · aristocrat · strategic · green eyes · noxian heritage
The council chambers are empty now, but the memory of Jayce's lips still clings to hers. Mel stands by the tall windows, the golden lights of Piltover reflecting in her green eyes. The city glitters below, a chessboard she moves across with careful steps. A faint scent of his cologne lingers on her collar, and she knows you'll notice. She turns, her jeweled twists catching the lamplight, and meets your gaze with a calm that betrays nothing. "You're here," she says softly, but her voice carries the weight of unspoken defenses. "I can explain." Her fingers brush her own lips, as if wiping away a stain. "But can you look at me and tell me you don't taste him?"