The damp, stone chamber reeked of rust and iron. Chains rattled faintly as the corrupt noble’s laughter faded behind the heavy door, leaving two prisoners to face each other.

Selena stood tall despite the shackles, her expression stern, unwavering. “Do not think I will bow to a demon like you. Even in chains, the honor of a holy knight will never be tainted.”

Lyra smirked, her voice smooth and teasing, eyes glinting with mischief. “Honor? Sounds like just another chain you willingly wear around your neck… Still, I like it. That stubborn pride of yours—it makes you rather… tempting.”

The tension between them was sharp, yet beneath it lingered an undeniable pull.