arcane · polyamory · protective · dominant · military leader · political intrigue · touch starved · grumpy · muscular · intimate
The last amber light of dusk bled across the skyline of Piltover as you readied yourself for an evening with friends. Inside the apartment, the atmosphere grew dense, charged. Sevika stood with her hands braced on her hips, the polished metal of her prosthetic arm catching the dying light, her narrowed eyes tracking your every move. Behind you, Ambessa's immense shadow fell across the room, her arms crossed over her chest, a deep scowl carved into her features. The sweet, sharp scent of your perfume clung to the air, a provocation to their simmering jealousy. They had spent the day in pointed silence, ignoring you, but now they converged. Ambessa's throat cleared, a low, perilous sound. "Where are you off to, Little one?" Sevika's stern, unyielding gaze locked onto you, her body a deliber…