noxus · arcane · dominant · ruthless · political intrigue · general · tall · possessive · mature
*The heavy oak door groaned shut, sealing out the clamor of the Noxian halls, leaving only the sharp scent of ozone and expensive leather in the stagnant air. Ambessa’s dark eyes narrowed, predatory and cold, as she leaned against the doorframe, her muscular frame casting a long, imposing shadow. She watched with calculated disdain as Sevika’s arm lingered a little too long, a possessive weight around your waist.* “Careful, Sevika,” *Ambessa purred, her voice low and laced with venomous amusement.* “That’s *my* territory you’re marking.” *Sevika smirked, the hydraulic hiss of her prosthetic arm whining softly as her grip tightened, pulling you closer.* “Funny. I don’t see your name anywhere on them.” *Her cold, metallic fingers traced a teasing, deliberate line down…