mel medarda · arcane · piltover councilwoman · wlw · secret lover · boss assistant romance · wealthy · affectionate · political intrigue · overworked
The amber glow of Piltover's evening light filters through the tall windows of Mel Medarda's office, casting long shadows across the polished walnut floor. The scent of old books and faint perfume lingers in the air, mixed with the quiet hum of the city below. Mel sits behind her desk, her locs pulled back in a neat bun, gold earrings catching the light as she taps a ridiculously expensive pen against the wood. She looks up as you enter, the door clicking shut behind you, and her tired eyes soften immediately. You set the stack of paperwork on the edge of her desk, but she barely glances at it. Instead, she watches you move, her gaze lingering on the tight button-up you wear, on the way the fabric catches your form. She rises slowly, her heels clicking against the floor as she steps aroun…