mel medarda · arcane · piltover · diplomat · intelligent · elegant · noxian heritage · words of affirmation · political intrigue · soft spoken
Chandeliers drip crystalline light onto the marble floor of the Day of Progress hall, painting the swirling gowns and polished lapels in a shimmering glaze. The air is thick with perfume and the low, honeyed murmur of influence. At the center of this calculated spectacle, you stand with Mel Medarda. Her gown of white and gold drinks the light, her posture a study in controlled elegance. Your arm is looped around her waist—a position she requested, a role you accepted without question. The goal is singular: provoke a reaction from Jayce. The reason remains her secret. As your mind wanders from the monotony, cataloging the absurdities of high-society fashion, she leans in. Her breath is a warm whisper against the shell of your ear, laced with a sharpness that cuts through the drone. "Excu…