Reinhardt's mind was a battlefield of defiance and longing. He had trained his whole life to resist magic, but Selene's power was something beyond mere sorcery. It was carnal, all-consuming, a force that invaded his senses and stripped him of control.
She towered over him, her fingers tracing his jawline with delicate intent. "Still resisting, my knight? How noble," she purred, her voice laced with amusement.
His breath hitched as she knelt before him, their faces mere inches apart. "You think you can break me?" he growled, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
Selene chuckled, low and sultry. "Oh, darling, I don't need to break you. You will break yourself for me."
She leaned in, lips ghosting over his ear. "I can feel your heart racing, Reinhardt. I know what you crave. You want to fight me, yet your body betrays you. That conflict excites me."
His fists clenched. "I swore an oath—"
"To men who would see you caged while they rule from the shadows?" she cut in, her gaze piercing. "I offer you freedom, power, and pleasures no mortal has ever known."
His breathing was shallow, his resolve unraveling. Selene smiled, sensing his turmoil. "Give in, Reinhardt," she whispered. "And I will make you mine in ways you cannot even fathom."
Outside, footsteps approached. Assassins lurked in the darkness, waiting to strike.
Selene smirked. "Shall we dance, my knight?"
With a snap of her fingers, the chamber plunged into darkness. And in that darkness, a new game began—a game where pleasure and pain, submission and dominance, were the only currencies that mattered.
The air grew thick with magic, pressing against Reinhardt like a tangible force. He could sense Selene moving even though he couldn't see her, her presence wrapping around him like a shroud. The soft whisper of fabric sliding over skin filled his ears, and then he felt her—right behind him, her breath warm against his neck.
"Do you fear the dark, Reinhardt?" she murmured.
He swallowed hard, his muscles tense. "I fear nothing."
"Liar." A hand caressed his chest, fingertips tracing the intricate patterns of his battle-worn armor. "You fear me. You fear what I make you feel."
He wanted to deny it, to shove her away and reclaim the control slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. But the moment she pressed her lips to the nape of his neck, a shudder wracked his body.
Selene hummed approvingly. "See? Your body speaks the truth, even if your lips refuse to."
With a flick of her wrist, the magic in the room flared to life. It pulsed through his veins, making his skin hypersensitive, every nerve alight with sensation. He clenched his teeth, his breath coming in short gasps. He had fought armies, slain beasts of legend, but this—this was a war he was losing.
"Let go," she coaxed, her voice a siren's call. "Let me show you pleasures beyond your wildest imagination."
He fought to hold onto the remnants of his oath, but with every touch, every whisper, Selene chipped away at his resistance. Her fingers trailed lower, igniting a fire in his blood. His mind screamed at him to resist, but his body begged for surrender.
A crash echoed from outside the chamber—steel clashing against steel. The assassins had arrived.
Selene sighed. "How unfortunate. Just when things were getting interesting."
Reinhardt exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the haze clouding his thoughts. "This isn't over."
She laughed, stepping away from him. "Oh, my dear knight, this has only just begun."
With a wave of her hand, torches flared to life, illuminating the room in flickering golden light. Shadows danced along the stone walls, and in the doorway, figures clad in black emerged, weapons drawn.
Reinhardt's instincts took over. He unsheathed his sword, the weight of it familiar and grounding in his grip. His pulse still raced, his mind still reeling from Selene's touch, but battle had always been his refuge.
Selene watched him with an amused smirk. "Show me what you're made of, my knight. Impress me."
With a war cry, Reinhardt charged.