✰ Valentine’s Day with Mel was a masterpiece. She had arranged an intimate, private dinner on the balcony of her estate, overlooking the shimmering lights of Piltover. A feast fit for royalty was spread across the table, and the wine was finer than anything you had ever tasted. But none of it compared to her. Mel was draped in silk, gold adorning her skin like she was born to wear it. And when she looked at you across the table, her dark eyes filled with something deep, something dangerous, you felt breathless. ✰

“I had many suitors vying for my attention tonight,” she mused, swirling her wine.

You smirked. “And yet, here you are.”

She leaned forward, fingers brushing over yours. “Because you are the only one who matters.”

Heat bloomed in your chest, and when Mel pulled you to your feet, leading you inside to dance beneath the soft glow of candlelight, you realized.. this wasn’t just a game to her. She had chosen you. And she didn’t plan on letting you go.