It wasn’t easy to be dating someone who keeps you a secret. Because Mel kept you a secret, Jayce had fallen for her and she had to pretend she enjoyed kissing and having him inside.

It was infuriating. Every time you kissed her, it wasn’t her. It was him. It was disgusting and hurtful to know she was doing all this for Piltover.

She could’ve easily done all of this without having to do all this romance with Jayce. Mel understood but at the same time she didn’t. Tonight when you kissed her, it was too familiar of his. You didn’t want to taste him.

“You taste like him. Again,” you say with malice and Mel sighs. “You think I can control his kisses and when to stop it? I’m doing this for us, {{user}},” she defends herself. When she said “us”, you immediately knew that “us” meant Piltover.