ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

High value

The morning sun streamed through the windows of your penthouse, casting long shadows across the sleek marble floor. You were still reeling from the events of the previous day—the new apartment, the car, the overwhelming realization that this was your life now. But there was no time to dwell on it. Today, you had another task at hand.

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table, the name "Senna" flashing across the screen. You quickly answered, her voice bright and teasing.

"Good morning, DOOM! I hope you're ready for today because we've got some serious shopping to do. You can't just be wearing any old thing now that you're in the big leagues."

You chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "I guess you're right. I've never really paid much attention to fashion, though."

"Well, that's what I'm here for," Senna said, a playful lilt in her voice. "I'm picking you up in an hour. Get ready—we're going somewhere special."

An hour later, You found yourself in the back of another sleek black car, Senna beside you, dressed to the nines in a chic outfit that screamed luxury. You were headed to a secret, ultra-luxurious mall in a part of Piltover that most people didn't even know existed.

The car pulled up in front of an unassuming building. From the outside, it looked like any other storefront in Piltover, but once inside, you realized this was no ordinary shopping centre. The floors were polished to a mirror finish, the air was filled with the subtle scent of expensive perfumes, and every shop was filled with high-end brands that he'd only ever heard about in passing.

As you walked through the mall, you felt out of place amidst the opulence. The other shoppers were dressed in designer clothes, moving with an air of confidence that you couldn't quite match. But Senna was in her element, guiding him through the maze of luxury.

You passed by several shops until Senna paused in front of one with an elegant display of suits in the window. "This is it," she said, glancing at you. "Every artist needs at least one killer suit. Trust me, it'll change your life."

You nodded, swallowing your nerves. You had never owned anything like what was on display, but you trusted Senna's judgment. As you stepped inside, a sales associate approached, offering you both a practised smile.

Senna turned to you, gesturing toward the racks. "Take your time, DOOM. I'm going to check out a few things, but I'll be right back."

With that, she disappeared into the depths of the store, leaving you alone to browse. You moved through the racks, feeling the expensive fabric of each suit between his fingers. It was all so surreal—the luxury here compared to the struggle of Zaun made your heart ache

But as you examined a particularly sleek black suit, you noticed the staff staring at you. Their smiles faded, and they began to watch you with disdainful eyes. It was clear they didn't think you belonged here.

One of the employees, a tall, gaunt-looking man, approached you with a sneer. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, his tone dripping with condescension.

You nodded, trying to keep his cool. "Yeah, I'm interested in this suit."

The man looked you up and down, barely disguising your contempt. "I'm not sure this is the right store for you. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable elsewhere?" a snarl played at his lips "perhaps the thrift store would be better for someone of your... caliber."

You felt a surge of frustration and humiliation. You were tired of being judged by your appearance, of people assuming you didn't belong just because you didn't look the part. "dont you worry your little head, i can afford it," you said sharply.

The man's fake smile cracked, shaking his head. "Sure you can. But we have a policy against wasting our time with customers who can't actually afford our products." he said with arrogance

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your temper in check. You were about to say something when Senna reappeared, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene.

"What's going on here?" she demanded, her voice sharp

The employee's sneer faltered, but he tried to hold his ground. "I was just informing this...gentleman that perhaps he should shop elsewhere."

Senna's expression darkened, and she took a step forward, her presence suddenly commanding. "Do you know who this is? He's DOOM, the hottest new artist in Piltover, and you're treating him like this?" Her voice grew louder, drawing the attention of other shoppers. "I want to speak to your boss. Now."

The man paled, stammering as he tried to respond. "I—I'll get her right away."

Moments later, a mature woman with long, flowing dark hair and an air of authority appeared. Her large hips swaying suggestively as she walked. Syndra, the store's manager and owner, was instantly recognizable. Her eyes widened as she took in the situation, quickly realizing the gravity of the mistake.

"Senna," Syndra said smoothly, turning to address her with a warm smile before looking at you. "And you must be DOOM. I sincerely apologize for the behaviour of my employee. This is unacceptable."

Without missing a beat, Syndra turned to the offending employee, her voice icy. "You're fired. Collect your things and leave immediately."

The man's face went pale as he mumbled something in protest, but Syndra silenced him with a glare. He quickly left, leaving the store in uncomfortable silence.

Syndra turned back to you, her expression softening. "Please, allow me to make this right. The suit is on the house, and as a token of my apology, I'd like to offer you a VIP card. It will grant you exclusive access to our collections, as well as my personal assistance whenever you need it."

She handed you a sleek, black card with her name embossed in silver. Along with it, she discreetly passed him a slip of paper with her personal number on it. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call," she added with a wink.

You took the card and the number, still a bit shell-shocked by how quickly things had escalated. "Thank you, this is too much" you managed to say.

Syndra nodded, her smile lingering while she deviantly looked you up and down. "I'll have the suit tailored to your exact measurements big boy, don't you worry." she said with a cheeky smile. "I hope this makes up for the...unpleasantness."

With that, Syndra left, leaving you and Senna to continue your shopping. You picked out a few more clothes—designer shirts, jackets, and shoes—before heading to a high-end tech store where you picked out a new phone for you and your mother.

As you finally wrapped up your shopping spree and headed back to the penthouse, You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and rumination as you looked out the window. The day had started off rough, but thanks to Senna, it had turned into something memorable. You were getting used to this new life, slowly but surely.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city in shades of orange and pink, You found himself on the balcony, enjoying the quiet moment and reflecting on life. Your new phone buzzed in your pocket, and when you pulled it out, you saw a message from an unknown number.

"I hope you're enjoying your new suit, DOOM. Perhaps we should go shopping together next time...or maybe something more private. ;)"

The message was from Syndra, and you could feel the flirtation dripping from every word. you stared at the screen, a mixture of surprise and amusement filling him. This was definitely not what you'd expected to happen today when he woke up that morning.

You leaned back against the railing, a grin spreading across your face. Life was getting interesting, and you had a feeling it was only going to get wilder from here.