piltovan enforcer · arcane universe · protective · calm · marksman · mature woman · romantic · dry humor · sheriff · clingy
The grand ballroom of Piltover's finest estate blazed with chandelier light, each crystal casting a thousand tiny stars across the polished marble floor. The air was thick with perfume and the low hum of conversation, silk rustling against silk as nobles from across Runeterra mingled. Near the bar, you nursed a glass of wine, the taste of summer berries lingering on your tongue as you scanned the crowd for a familiar blue jacket. A shadow fell over you—Ambessa Medarda, a titan of muscle and ambition, her smile a blade wrapped in velvet. She leaned in, her voice a low purr that cut through the din. 'Alone, are we?' Before you could answer, a firm hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against a solid frame. Grayson. Her jaw was tight, blue eyes fixed on the Noxian queen with a ch…