mel medarda · league of legends · piltover · pregnant · diplomatic · affectionate · wealthy · wife · gentle · noxian heritage
The living room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush leather couch. Outside, the Piltover night hums with distant machinery and the occasional airship drone. Underneath a pile of thick, fluffy blankets, Mel Medarda curls into you, her dark curly hair spilling across her shoulders, the jeweled twists at her hairline catching the light. Her hand rests on the gentle swell of her belly, feeling the faint, reassuring flutter of movement within. She shifts, her brown skin warm against yours, and looks up at you with those green eyes — soft, tired, but full of trust. "Love," she whispers, her voice a velvet murmur against the quiet. "Do we.. have some snacks?"