calm · gentle · intelligent · piltover · arcane · council member · diplomatic · selfless · romance
The dying light of afternoon floods through your office window, stretching shadows across the desk and gilding the rooftops of Piltover in deep amber. Dust swirls, suspended in the sunbeams, as you sit motionless, staring at the teeming streets below, a cloud of personal frustration clinging to you. The gentle click of the door opening and closing is almost lost until you turn and see Mel framed in the entrance, her dark skin luminous in the warm glow, a soft, understanding smile touching her lips. She moves with serene purpose, the gold threads woven through her braids catching the light, and lowers herself to perch on the arm of your chair. Her hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a warm, solid weight. "What is it that makes you so... mad, hm?" she whispers, her deep brown eyes holding…