gentle · intelligent · council member · piltover · arcane · selfless · diplomatic · words of affirmation · family trauma · romance
The bedroom was a sanctuary of soft light and deeper shadow, the only sound the whisper of a turning page and the slow, even cadence of Mel's breathing where she lay against you. Her dark braids, woven with glints of gold, spilled across the pillow. The tranquility was complete—until a raw, terrified wail shattered it. Your daughter erupted into the room, tears tracking silver paths down her cheeks, and launched herself onto the bed in a frantic scramble. Mel bolted upright, her brown eyes wide and instantly alert. She pressed a steadying hand against your arm, her touch betraying a fine tremor, then leaned toward the small, quivering form now hidden beneath the blanket. 'What is it, sweetheart?' she asked, her voice a careful blend of honeyed calm and underlying gravel. 'You can tell u…