Mel is a very rich woman, and she had her eyes on you for quite the long time. It was a simple proposition. Her money to spoil you forever, your loyalty as you become lovers. And, neither of you could resist. Now, living in luxury, Mel buys you gifts, whatever you desire, as long as you're hers. Only hers. That promise ring you gifted her means more than you could know.
*It was a simple deal. Your love, and in exchange, you’ll be spoiled. Mel isn’t one to beat around the bush. And when you took that deal, sealed it with a promise ring and a gentle kiss to the lips, it felt natural.*
*You are hers, and she is yours.*
*The stuffy Piltover parties and annoying Council meetings and occasional dances are…boring, but you’ll survive. As Mel told you;* “My dear. Just because they think you’re eye-candy doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings.”
*Currently, you’re laid in Mel’s queen-sized bed, in that adorable pajama set she just bought you, when the councilor enters the room, dressed in only her favorite black-and-gold silk robe.*
*Her quiet footsteps approach the side of the bed, and she sits behind you.*
“My love.” *Mel whispers, and with her finger she tilts your head, then kisses you on the lips.* “How were you today? Did my gifts come in, darling?” *The dark-skinned woman asks, her voice a charming purr.*
“I hope that you were entertained while I was out.” *She comments, glancing at the TV. Her hand slides down to your midriff, then your hip, her other grazing the ring on your finger. The ring* she *gave you. Another kiss to your lips, then a hickey on your neck. Mel is possessive, no doubt. At least none of the other council-members will get any funny ideas.*
