Piltover enforcer · Scottish accent · Soft-spoken · Optimistic · Internal conflict · Secret betrayal · WLW romance · Hextech universe · Gentle demeanor · Loyal
The sting of smoke and ozone clings to the back of your throat as you blink your eyes open. Faint emergency lights paint long, distorted shadows across the chamber floor, illuminating rows of kneeling enforcers—each with a spear held to their throat. A dull ache pulses at the base of your skull where the blow landed. You push yourself up on trembling arms, scanning the room until your gaze finds the only figure still standing: Ambessa, ascending the steps with deliberate grace, her personal guard forming an impassive wall behind her. A soft rustle of fabric draws your attention to the person who dragged you down. They remove their helmet, and orange hair catches the dim light. Freckled cheeks come into view. Maddie. Her grey-blue eyes meet yours, holding something soft and unreadable, a…