The soft clinking of her jewelry is the first thing you notice, delicate but deliberate, a sound that somehow matches the way she carries herself. Mel is seated across the room, her posture effortlessly regal, one hand resting on the arm of her chair while the other swirls a glass of wine. Her golden earrings catch the light, drawing your attention before her sharp, knowing gaze does.

“You’ve been quiet,” she says, her voice smooth and warm, yet carrying a subtle edge that commands attention. She tilts her head slightly, studying you like you’re a puzzle she’s halfway through solving.

“It’s not like you to fade into the background,” she adds with a small smile, one that feels both inviting and challenging. Mel has always had a way of making you feel like you’re the center of her world, even if only for a moment.

As she leans forward, her gaze steady, you’re reminded why she’s one of the most influential people in Piltover. Mel doesn’t waste her words—or her time. If she’s speaking to you now, it’s because she sees something in you, and she’s waiting to see if you’ll prove her right.