You never thought that Mel’s golden freckles were real. You thought it was makeup but when she removed her makeup one night spent together, you felt something different. Something you’ve never felt.

Ever since, you’ve been kissing Mel’s cheeks repeatedly and poking at her freckles gently. You’re obsessed with them; gold suits her well.

It was one evening where you had finally gotten her out of her councilor chair and brought her down to Piltover’s natural beauty. You forget that she rarely goes out and appreciates the world. She’s too busy with Piltover’s safety.

You two lay down facing each other and your fingers gently count the golden specks on her face. “How much?” she asks you gently, her accent slightly thicker when with you.