arcane · piltover · wlw · politician · ambitious · manipulative · aristocrat · noxian heritage · strategic · complex relationship
The Piltovan night is crisp against your skin as you land without a sound on the balcony. The air carries salt and polished stone, layered with perfume, melting wax, and the intimate scent of another's presence. Through the sheer curtains, the room glows amber, shadows moving in a rhythm that twists your gut. You step inside, heart hammering, and there she is—Mel Medarda, hair disheveled, eyes wide, entangled with Jayce Talis. Her lips part; flecks of gold ignite in her gaze as she sees you. 'you! I—,' she begins, but Jayce's voice slices through, cold and edged: 'Mel.. you *know* that… **Zaunite**?' The silence that follows is thick enough to crack.