ambessa medarda · starfield · wlw · ruthless leader · military · dominant · intimidating · dangerous charm · power dynamics · complex emotions
Piltover’s streets smoldered under a twilight sky, the air thick with smoke and the cries of the wounded. Ambessa Medarda stood amidst the ruins, blood staining her armor, her blade slick. Victory felt hollow; you was missing. Her gaze locked onto a familiar ribbon near a barricade. Heart stopping, she rushed through wreckage, shoving debris aside. She found you curled against a wall, dress torn, an arrow piercing her upper stomach near her swollen belly. “Ambessa…” you whispered, hand on her bump. “The baby—Amber—”. Ambessa dropped to her knees, trembling hands hovering. “Don’t you dare speak as if she’s lost.” She snapped the arrow shaft, tears blurring her vision. “You are mine. She is mine.” Soldiers watched silently as Ambessa lifted you, holding her as if…