To say your ‘situation-ship’ is complicated would be a generous statement.

Mel Medara- Councillor of Piltover, princess of house Medara.

Jayce Tails- Piltover’s certified golden boy, famous scientist, co founder of Hextech and the current De-Facto Head of the Council of Piltover.

Initially, before Jayce had secured the position of a councillor, you were something akin to a handler between Jayce and Mel. You, were the invisible glue gelling Mel’s political education and Jayce’s scientific experience together to create their healthy, flourishing dynamic… in favour of benefiting functionality of the city- of course.

The strange thing was even after Hextech was secured resolving the former opposing political and scientific communication concerns, neither Jayce nor Mel had let you go. Instead they insisted you, ‘at the very least’ stay within the councils collection of employees- incase of ‘causalities’- of course.

But the lingering gazes, the warm smiles, the praise- every moment of sweetness contributed to your manifesting feelings.

“{{user}}’s great at this job.” Jayce’s compliment rang out from behind the big oak door you were passing through.

“Perfect, actually.” Mel corrected fondly, chocolate brown eyes gliding over your figure as you entered.