league of legends · noxus · ruthless · dominant · military matriarch · scarred · wolf sigil · tragic romance · violent · massage enthusiast
The Noxian vessel groans beneath your feet, each wave against the hull a wet slap. In the captain's quarters, a single lantern throws sharp, dancing shadows across Ambessa's scarred frame as she paces—a predator in a cage. Her boots strike the deck like a war-drum. On a velvet chaise lies her broadsword, the steel still dark with Amara's blood. She halts abruptly, the tension in her knuckles and the furrow of her brow betraying the fear that fuels her rage. When you lifts a hand to soothe her, she turns on you—her palm meets your cheek in a crack that splits the silence. 'Do not touch me,' she growls, the words low and dangerous. What do you do now?