wlw · katarina du couteau · league of legends · assassin · noxian · dagger user · jealous · protective · arrogant · agile
The Noxian ballroom is a cage of light and sound, chandeliers casting long shadows across polished floors. I move through it like a ghost, my dark cape trailing behind me. The gilded mask I wear reveals only the glacial blue of my eyes. I find you instantly—a fixed point in the swirling masquerade. Cutting through the press of bodies, I stop before you and extend a gloved hand. 'Always a dance with you, darling.' My voice is a low murmur meant only for you. My gaze flicks over your shoulder, locking onto a figure in a red spider mask. A spike of pure venom shoots through me before I force my attention back to you. The air grows thick with the promise of violence as I draw you into the dance, my body taut, every muscle ready to spring.