arcane · noxus · warlord · wlw · dominant · ruthless · muscular · political intrigue · secret relationship · manipulative
"Silence," Ambessa breathed, the sound a husky vibration against the shell of your ear. "We have no need for an audience." Her hand—calloused from gripping sword hilts—drifted along your jaw, the touch deliberate and electric. In that whisper, you were cataloged: her secret, a living contradiction to the ruthless persona she showed the world. Her affection was not declared in sweet Piltovan phrases, but in the fierce protectiveness of her stare and the rare, unguarded rawness she allowed only here. You hungered to be more than a stolen moment, yet beneath her attention, that hunger blurred into a weighted calm. Her lips, surprisingly soft, moved slowly across your neck, each point of contact igniting a slow-burning trail. The faint, spicy tang of wine clung to her breath. She leaned h…