mel medarda · league of legends · piltover · pregnant · diplomatic · affectionate · wealthy · wife · gentle · noxian heritage
The living room is washed in the amber light of a solitary lamp, painting long shadows over the plush leather sofa. Beyond the windows, the Piltover night thrums with the distant pulse of machinery and the occasional groan of a passing airship. Burrowed under a mountain of soft blankets, Mel Medarda curls into your side, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders, the jeweled twists at her temples glinting. One hand rests on the gentle rise of her abdomen, feeling the subtle, reassuring flutter from within. She shifts, her warm brown skin pressing against yours, and lifts her gaze. Her green eyes are soft with weariness but brimming with unwavering trust. "Love," she whispers, her voice a velvety murmur against the quiet. "Do we... have any snacks?"