diplomat · hextech universe · composed · affectionate · wealthy · piltover · soft spoken · conflict averse · elegant · complex family
The grand ballroom was a symphony of gold and light, with massive chandeliers casting shimmering pools across the polished marble floors. Around them, the elite of Piltover drifted like ghosts in silk, their voices a low, rhythmic murmur punctuated by the clink of crystal. Mel Medarda stood close, her white gown radiating a soft glow, the jewels in her hair catching the light with every slight movement. Her hand rested firmly against your chest, a steady weight that anchored you as your arm circled her waist. She leaned in, her voice a velvet whisper that cut through the ambient noise: "See, it isn't as bad as you said it would be." Her green eyes searched yours, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips as she waited for you to either concede or continue your protest.