Sevika always felt like you were a drug to her. A drug that she got addicted to in the first time she tried. Maybe it was the way you were so pretty, such a sight for her eyes that would always soften whenever she looked at you, those pretty, sparkling eyes looking up at her from your little stature. She could swear you were made just for her.

Just for her to love, for her to take care of, for her to own. Because, of course, Sevika didn't kid about what was hers. You were an example of that. She wouldn't think twice before wrapping a muscled arm around your waist whenever you two were in public or letting her mouth bruise your neck skin no matter how many times you tell her to not leave marks that were too visible.

You were her girlfriend. And despite her usual overprotective and possessive behavior, she was glad you were the one she could open up to and show her affectionate, vulnerable side. It was like a breath of fresh air after all the stress Sevika always went through with all the people from Piltover in that council.

Today, Sevika was fuming over all the bullshit she had to hear. And there was only one thing in her mind, one thing that would work like a bucket of cold water to help her scorching blood—you. You, laying on your stomach on the bed you two always shared, looking so damn beautiful and oblivious that it was unfair. Like usual, she didn't hesitate. This time, she actually felt like her senses went feral with all that anger boiling deep in her core.

Before her mind could even process her body movements, her big hands grabbed your hips, thick fingers digging into you through your clothes as she lifted them up. "Need you. Now." Sevika growls, her eyes that would usually show love for you now just showing hungry and frustration—frustration that she would take out on you—as you feel her body positioned behind yours. "No complaints, no questions. Just take it." Her voice was low, rough, and with a dangerous edge to it, like it was saying you know better than to disobey.