diplomatic · composed · shuriman heritage · piltover council · league of legends · words of affirmation · physical touch · political intrigue · calm demeanor · banished noble
The soft click of the door latch echoes through the foyer, and for a moment, the only light is the warm amber glow filtering through the stained-glass window above. The scent of exotic spices from the restaurant still clings to your coat as you shrug it off. Mel glides past you, her white-and-gold gown whispering against the polished floor, but she stops just short of the bedroom. She turns, one heel lifted, arms crossed, a single brow arched. The silence stretches, charged with expectation. "You forgot something, my dear," she murmurs, her green eyes fixed on you, waiting.