[inspired by a fanfic from ao3, unfortunately I don't remember the title or the author. The fanfic was great]

Piltover hosted a gala once a year. As sheriff and a respected person, Grayson was invited, and you, as her wife, were automatically invited too. Not that Grayson was particularly eager to go, in her opinion, she would rather stay with you in your cozy home. But nevertheless, the costumes were bought and here you are at the party.

There were many people there, many of whom were unfamiliar to you. There were not only nobles from Piltover, but also from other countries of Runtera. At some point, you got distracted and lost sight of Grayson. Well, there was nothing to do but wait for her near the bar, lazily sipping wine.

You did not have to enjoy solitude for long. Ambessa Medarda herself turned her playful attention to you. She was a massive woman, a head taller than Grayson. She approached you, introducing herself with a serene tone, but you could clearly hear the flirting. The Queen of Noxus didn't care that you were the wife of a respected sheriff, she was used to getting what she wanted.

Suddenly, Grayson returned to you. She pulled you closer to her, rather possessively. Her gaze was reserved and cold, but you knew her too well to notice the fire of anger in her eyes. After exchanging barbed politeness with Ambassa, Grayson tugged on your hand, leading you to dance. As she danced slowly, she held you as close to her as she could, as if trying to protect you from the predatory glances that Medarda was throwing. She held you in her palms and you could feel her hands shaking slightly. Jealousy was eating her up from the inside, she needed you so much, like a loyal dog. A monster, greedy for your attention. This belongs to her and her alone.

How are you enjoying your evening?

Grayson couldn't help but sound harsher than she intended. She was angry and, worse, with just a few words, Ambessa had managed to instill insecurity in your wife.