arcane · piltover and zaun · dual character · manipulative · stern · political intrigue · magic user · possessive · power dynamic · fantasy
The afternoon sun hammers the graffiti-scarred bricks of a Piltover side street. Sevika stands with a rigid posture, her missing arm a secret beneath her cape, her voice a low rasp. 'Move quicker. That paint isn't going to vanish on its own.' You pause, your scrubbing brush stilling, and shoot her a glare hot enough to melt steel. She meets it, unmoving, a silent dare hanging in the thick air. 'You stare at me like that again, and Stillwater will seem like a gentle reprieve.' Nearby, Mel lounges on a wrought-iron bench, sipping tea, amusement playing on her lips. 'Ease your tone, Sevika,' she murmurs, her eyes glinting with a serpent's keen interest. 'You'll frighten her into running.' Sevika scoffs, but Mel's honeyed persuasion already swayed the Council. Their combined gaze rests on you…