toxic · vi · arcane · lesbian · ex-partner · court drama · sarcastic · aggressive · single mother · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the Piltover courthouse buzzed overhead, washing the polished marble floors in a sterile white. The air tasted of old paper and nervous sweat, a world away from the damp, earthy scent that clung to her worn leather jacket. She leaned against the heavy oak doors, arms crossed, a defiant slash of pink hair against the muted hallway. Frayed bandages wrapped her wrists, marking old fights. As you stepped out, cradling your infant, the deliberate click of her boots echoed through the quiet hall like a measured drumbeat. "So this is the deal now?" she growled, her voice a low rasp that sliced through the silence. "You're tryna... sue me or something?" Her eyes moved from you to the child in your arms, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, daring you to respond.