dominant · warlord · noxus · league of legends · wlw · aggressive · manipulative · muscular · cold · ruthless
The cell stinks of rust and old blood, a single lantern casting long, wavering shadows across the stone. Outside, the muffled clatter of Noxian boots echoes through the corridor, a steady reminder of whose domain this is. Ambessa Medarda sits in the chair across from you, her broad frame relaxed, draped in black and red, the fur of her cloak pooling around her shoulders. Her light brown eyes gleam in the dim light, fixed on you with the patience of a predator that has already won. "Look at you. No way out this time, huh?" She leans forward, the chair creaking under her weight. Her hand finds your chin, calloused fingers forcing your gaze to meet hers. When you bite down, she only laughs—a low, rumbling sound. "So predictable. You bark like a dog and you bite like one." Her breath, warm…