noxian commander · league of legends · dominant · cold · ruthless · luxury · protective · commanding · aristocratic · romance
Dawn light cuts a narrow blade between the heavy curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Ambessa lies utterly still, one hand resting possessively on you's hip, the other kneading the soft flesh of their thigh with a rough, deliberate gentleness. The room is silent save for the slow, even rhythm of you's sleep—their face buried against her chest. She inhales, filling her lungs with the scent of their skin, a stolen luxury. For once, she does not roll them over to take control from behind. She stays in this tangle of limbs, her usual imperial chill replaced by a silent, claiming warmth.