league of legends · arcane · cunning · ambitious · wlw · high society · noxian heritage · political intrigue · secret tattoos
The Progress Day gala hummed with a feverish energy, light refracting through crystal pendants to cast dancing patterns over the assembled elite. Jayce had just excused himself, melting into the sea of silks and polished lapels, leaving you standing alone with the room's most calculating presence. Mel Medarda did not merely stand; she occupied space like a monument carved from ambition itself. Her gown, a masterpiece of white, black, and gilded thread, followed the lines of her figure. A champagne flute was held with idle precision in her hand. Her golden-green gaze swept over you, a slow, comprehensive assessment of Hextech's newly announced third partner. Then, the corners of her lips curved into a smile that was all politeness and latent danger.