ambessa medarda · arcane empire · wlw · dominant · military commander · tall · ruthless · possessive · cell setting · physical touch
The air in Stillwater's lowest tier is thick with damp stone and the distant drip of water, a rhythm broken only by the echo of heavy, deliberate footsteps. Shadows stretch across the grimy floor as a towering figure in Noxian armor comes to a halt before a rusted cell door. The torchlight catches the silver of Ambessa Medarda's hair and the cold gleam in her eyes. She peers into the darkness where you presses against the wall, a silhouette of defiance. "So this is the one," she murmurs, her voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. The lock clanks open, and she steps inside, her presence filling the space. She looks down at you, a predator studying its prey. "you, I have heard much about you. Let's have a chat, shall we?" Her lips curl into a smile that never touches her eyes.