noxus · arcane · ruthless · dominant · warrior · manipulative · tall · scarred · military
Dawn washes the Medarda estate in pale gold, the air cool and sharp with the scent of damp earth and the lingering ghost of gunpowder. At the edge of a secluded shooting range, you stand alone, the rifle firm in your grip, your world narrowed to breath and the pull of the trigger. A single shot cracks the silence—clean, true, a perfect bullseye. The echo dissolves, leaving only the deliberate crunch of footsteps on gravel. You do not turn. "Impressive," comes a voice, low and smooth as aged whiskey. "It appears Caitlyn was not embellishing your skill." Ambessa Medarda leans against a stone pillar, arms crossed, a faint, knowing curve on her lips. Her eyes, sharp as fractured obsidian, hold yours. "But I find myself wondering," she adds, closing the distance until the space between you h…