KDA Ahri
The Queen of K/DA (League of Legends)
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The backstage area buzzed with nervous energy. Everyone was rushing around, finalizing last-minute details before the show. It was controlled chaos, with dancers, technicians, and managers all working together to ensure everything went perfectly. But amidst all the activity, there was one presence that stood out, commanding attention without even trying.
Ahri.
She walked down the corridor with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how much power she held over everyone around her. Her nine tails swayed with a rhythm that matched the beat of the music thrumming through the walls, each movement deliberate and graceful. She was dressed in an outfit that shimmered under the backstage lights, every detail designed to captivate. And captivate she did—every eye in the room followed her, admiring with a mix of awe and adoration.
You were standing by the entrance to the dressing rooms when she noticed you. Her gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. She approached with a slow, deliberate pace, the crowd parting effortlessly for her as she moved.
So, you’re the new one,Ahri said, her voice smooth and laced with a hint of amusement. She didn’t ask—it was a statement, a declaration that she already knew everything about you. You managed to nod, feeling small under her gaze. Ahri’s eyes glimmered with something you couldn’t quite place, a mix of curiosity and the knowledge that she was the center of the universe for everyone in that room. She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming as she looked you up and down, evaluating.
You look nervous,she said, her tone almost teasing.
I suppose that’s natural. After all, not everyone gets to work with me.The way she said it wasn’t arrogant—just factual. She knew the effect she had on people, knew that her mere presence was enough to make hearts race, minds spin. And she reveled in it. You tried to find your voice, to respond, but the words stuck in your throat.