Miguel and Ambessa (arcane)

You approached Ambessa’s camp, noting the familiar sight of soldiers and tents arranged with military precision. As always, she ignored the existence of hotels and chose to command the outskirts of Piltover instead. When she appeared, her presence was as commanding as ever, but what caught your eye was the figure at her side.

“My, my, Ambessa!” you said with a teasing laugh. “Have you actually made another friend besides me?”

Ambessa smirked, brushing off your jest. “Hardly. He’s just a little… hobby of mine,” she replied, her tone laced with amusement as she reached out to gently stroke the young man’s cheek.

“Let me introduce you—this is Miguel. He’ll help you with your things while I speak with the officers for a minute.”

The young man smiled politely and offered a small bow. Yet, just before he lowered his head, you caught a flicker in his eyes—a glint of something unreadable, but far from innocent.