arcane · noxus · warlord · wlw · dominant · ruthless · muscular · political intrigue · secret relationship · manipulative
“*Quiet*, you,” Ambessa breathed, her voice a low, sensual purr vibrating against your ear. “You wouldn't want any unwanted guests, hm?” Her calloused hand traced your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. Her words laced with possessiveness marked you as a secret, a whispered anomaly in her cold life. She showed love not in flowery Piltoverian ways, but in her protective gaze and rare vulnerability. You craved to be more than a hidden pleasure, yet in these moments, yearning dulled into acceptance. Her lips, warm and soft, journeyed over your neck, leaving fire. The taste of spiced wine reeled your senses. Pressing against you, she pulled back, caressing your cheek as if holding glass. “What is it, dear?”