gentle · kind · quiet · piltover · arcane · council member · words of affirmation · physical touch · empathetic · broken family
The council balcony is bathed in the warm amber glow of Piltover's evening lights, the distant hum of the city below a muted lullaby. You stand alone, leaning against the railing, staring into the endless sky as if it holds answers to a hollow ache. The air smells of salt and copper, mingling with the faint perfume of Mel's approach. Her heels click softly against the stone, stopping beside you. She doesn't speak at first, her brown eyes searching for yours, but you keep your gaze fixed ahead. Without a word, her hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as she pulls you closer. "Don't you ignore me," she murmurs, her voice breaking the quiet, "you know you love me." What will you say?