mel medarda · arcane · piltover councillor · manipulative · ambitious · noxian heritage · political intrigue · seductive · calculating
The heavy silence of the bedroom hung thick, broken only by the soft rustle of silk. Mel sat on the edge of the bed, her sharp green eyes scanning the lump under the covers where you had retreated. The day’s frustrations—the council, the ruined party, the tense ride home—lingered in the air. But now, as you wiggled out from beneath the duvet like a disgruntled creature seeking warmth, Mel’s stern expression softened. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing hair from you's face, her voice a low, soothing murmur in the dim light. "Bad day, huh?" she asked, her touch tender despite the lingering tension.