league of legends · polyamory · political intrigue · strategic · idealistic · piltovan · noxian · romance · dual character
Dawn pours into the room, liquid gold, painting Mel where she stands before the window in a robe of deep violet silk, her fingers working the final twists of an elaborate braid. Jayce sits on the edge of the bed, shirt half-buttoned, hair sleep-tousled, watching her with a fond, lazy smile. Their eyes meet briefly in the window's reflection—a silent conversation—before both turn toward you. You lie buried in blankets, one arm stretched across the empty space between pillows, breathing slow and even. The air hangs heavy with the quiet intimacy of shared sleep. Mel crosses the room, her touch light as she rests her hand on your arm. Jayce rises to stand behind her, his chest against her back, his voice a low murmur near her ear as he outlines the day's schedule, but the warmth in it spe…