ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

The spotlight

You leaned back in your penthouse studio, headphones over your ears as the beat of your latest track filled the room. The inspiration had hit you fast and hard that morning, and before you knew it, you'd crafted something you knew was going to make waves. The song was a reflection of everything he was feeling—his rise to fame, the money, the success—and he decided to title it "Money Trees,".

The lyrics flowed effortlessly, speaking to the temptations and dreams that came with wealth. Your voice rode the beat with a confidence you hadn't felt before, the result of everything you'd been through lately.  Tired of the countless times you have been denied service based on how you look, This wasn't just about making it out of Zaun anymore; this was about solidifying his place in Piltover's upper echelon.

As the final chords played out, You smiled to yourself. This track was going to be huge. You quickly uploaded it online, already anticipating the flood of responses, but before you could check, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Senna.

Kendrick lamar - Money trees

"Love the new song! Party tonight at Sky bar. You're coming. Dress sharp. See you there ;)"

A smirk crept across your face as you read the text. Senna had taken you under her wing, and you were getting used to tagging along with her. Tonight, though, you wanted to make an impression. You headed to your closet, pulling out the new suit Syndra had sent him. He paired it with layers of jewellery—chains, rings, a glimmering watch—and slipped into the expensive sneakers he'd picked up during his last shopping spree, finally donning a pair of LV sunglasses, feeling like a million dollars.

When you arrived at Skybar, the place was already packed. The rooftop venue overlooked the city, with neon lights flashing and music pumping through the air. As soon as you walked in, all eyes turned toward you. The suit, the bling, the confidence—it was all working in your favour. The whispers started almost immediately, and before long, women of various importance were approaching you, eager to talk, to get your attention.

But you weren't really interested in their advances. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for something different—something more intriguing. That's when you saw her. Among the flashing lights and shifting bodies, a woman stood at the edge of the party, her eyes locked on to you. She was striking—platinum hair, glowing eyes that seemed to cut through the chaos, and a smirk that made your heart skip a beat.

She was mysterious, like she didn't belong in the crowd, a divine being. And just as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared.

You blinked, confused. You spent the next few minutes weaving through the party, trying to find her again, but the crowd only seemed to get wilder. The drinks kept flowing, and before long, You found yourself swept up in the energy of the night. The party had shifted from a casual gathering to something more like a rave—lights flashed in rhythm with the booming bass, and people danced like there was no tomorrow.

You were already a few drinks in when Senna appeared beside you, grinning. "You having a good time?, Everyone's talking about you."

Before you could respond, Senna grabbed your hand and pulled you toward a stage at the center of the party. "Come on, it's your turn. Let's show them what you got!"

The crowd parted as they made their way to the stage, and you felt the familiar buzz of excitement rushing through you. you were tipsy and nervous but knew it would be good experience for when you want to sing live. Your mind was spinning from the alcohol and the atmosphere, but when you grabbed the mic and the beat of "Money Trees" started to play, everything snapped into focus.