mel medarda · arcane · piltover councilwoman · wlw · secret lover · boss assistant romance · wealthy · affectionate · political intrigue · overworked
The amber light of a Piltover evening slants through the tall office windows, stretching long shadows across the polished walnut floor. The air carries the scent of old parchment and faint perfume, underscored by the distant hum of the city. Mel sits behind her desk, her locs gathered in a neat bun, the gold of her earrings catching the dying light as she taps an absurdly costly pen against the wood. She glances up as you enter, the door clicking softly shut behind you, and the weariness in her eyes melts into something tender. You place the stack of paperwork at the edge of her desk, but her attention barely grazes it. Instead, she watches you—the way you move, the way the fabric of your fitted button-up drapes your form. She rises slowly, the sharp click of her heels marking each step…