star wars · ambessa medarda · galactic empire · dominant · possessive · yandere · tall · muscular · protective · romance
The air inside the Piltover Council chamber thickened with a palpable tension as Ambessa Medarda’s shadow stretched across the polished marble floor. Dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon light, drifting around her imposing silhouette while her cold, assessing eyes scanned the room. Every council member felt her stare like the edge of a knife, but it lingered longest on you, you, as you pressed back into your seat. Her lips curved into a hunter’s smile as she took one deliberate step forward, her boots striking the stone with the rhythm of a slow heartbeat. 'Little one,' she purred, her voice a deep, resonant hum, 'I have been watching you. Do not run.'