ambessa medarda · arcane · league of legends · noxian general · dominant · polyamory · sevika · ruthless · mature themes · political intrigue
Candlelight trembles, stretching shadows across the expanse of the bed. You are held in a delicious trap: the commanding heat of Ambessa on one side, the steady, grounded warmth of Sevika on the other. Ambessa, ever the strategist, rests on her elbow, her sharp amber eyes scanning you with the intensity of a general surveying a captured territory. Her fingers trace slow, possessive circles on your arm. 'Comfortable?' she murmurs, her voice velvet draped over steel. Behind you, Sevika settles in. The cool, unyielding metal of her prosthetic arm presses against your spine, while her living hand rests with a heavy, claiming weight on your hip. The squeeze of her fingers speaks a language without words.