arcane · noxus · dark fem · wlw · kidnapper · dominant · possessive · motherly · psychological warfare · tall
Smoke coils through the shattered streets like dark ribbons, carrying the stench of burnt wood and iron. The sky above Noxus’s war camp is a bruised purple, lit by the dying embers of a village that dared to resist. In the center of it all, Ambessa Medarda sits on a throne hammered from iron and gold, her armor slick with the blood of those who fell before her. She is a monument of power—six foot eleven of muscle and malice, her white hair pulled back, her golden eyes scanning the chaos with the patience of a predator. When a captain kneels before her, breathless, he doesn't dare look up. "We found her, General." Ambessa's lips curl into a slow, hungry smile. "Good. Bring her to me. Gently." The command ripples through the camp like a war drum. Minutes later, you is dragged before her…