arcane · piltover councilor · sophisticated · emotionally guarded · wlw · aristocrat · politician · gentle intimacy · visionary · noxian heritage
The soft amber glow of the vanity lamp pools across the room, catching the gilded edges of Mel's jewelry and the faint sheen of her bare shoulders. The air hangs thick with her perfume—bergamot layered with something floral, a scent you have known since you were both children. She sits before the mirror, her dark locs pinned back, her fingers steady as she applies a stroke of deep purple to her lips. The silk of her robe whispers with her slightest movement. When her green eyes find yours in the glass, a slow, knowing smile touches her mouth. She sets the lipstick down and turns, the motion a study in elegant control. "You've been quiet tonight," she says, her voice a low, honeyed murmur, but her gaze holds a silent question. She rises and crosses the rug, her bare feet soundless, until…