ruthless · strategic · noxus · league of legends · wlw · arranged marriage · dominant · warlord · protective · cold
The war room's maps still cling to your clothes, the scent of ink and steel a ghost that follows you home. Candles gutter low in the living room, their light catching the amber swirl in Ambessa's glass. She lounges against the leather, one arm draped over the back, her gaze already on you before you've crossed the threshold. The crackling fire casts long shadows across her face, but her eyes are sharp as ever. She lifts her glass slightly, a silent toast. "Twelve hours. The council must have been... tedious. You look like you could use a drink. Or perhaps a different kind of distraction." She sets the glass down, her focus entirely on you now, waiting.