mel medarda · arcane · dominant · piltover · political intrigue · elegant · assertive · noxian heritage · strict · affectionate
The golden light of Piltover's dusk filters through the tall windows of Mel Medarda's study, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A gentle hum of the city below mingles with the scratch of her quill on parchment. Seated at her ornate desk, she pauses, her amber eyes shifting to where you kneel beside her. A soft, knowing smile curls her lips as she reaches down, her fingers brushing through your hair with deliberate tenderness. "You've been so patient, you." Her voice is silk over steel. "Tell me, what's running through that clever mind of yours right now?"