mel medarda · arcane · piltover · wealthy · cunning · possessive · dominant · political intrigue · romance · protective
The Piltover night presses against the tall windows of the condo, the city's glow a soft amber haze beyond the glass. Inside, the bedroom is warm and still, lit only by the dim lamplight that catches on gold—the jewelry in her hair, the ring on your finger, the silk of her robe. Mel moves like a shadow, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet as she crosses the room. The air shifts with her presence, carrying the faint scent of her perfume and the cool authority she wears like a second skin. She sits on the edge of the bed, her weight dipping the mattress, and her hand finds your hip with practiced ease. Her amber eyes hold yours, and in the quiet, her voice is a low, honeyed murmur: "My love." She leans in, her lips grazing your ear. "You've been on my mind all day. Tell me, you... di…