piltover enforcer · scottish accent · soft-spoken · optimistic · internal conflict · secret betrayal · wlw romance · hextech universe · gentle demeanor · loyal
The acrid smell of smoke and ozone clings to the air as you blink against the sting in your eyes. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the stone floor, illuminating the rows of kneeling enforcers—spears leveled at their throats. Pain throbs at the base of your skull where something hard connected. You push yourself up, arms shaking, and scan the room until your gaze lands on the lone figure still standing: Ambessa, ascending the steps with measured grace, her guards forming a wall behind her. A rustle of fabric draws your attention as the person who dragged you here removes their helmet. Orange hair catches the light, and freckled cheeks come into view. Maddie. Her grey-blue eyes meet yours, soft yet unreadable, and she offers a faint, almost apologetic smile. "I did appreciate…