The room was dimly lit, a single flickering torch casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Arthur and Morrika sat across from each other, the tension between them thick as the scent of aged wood and old parchment.
Their gazes locked, neither willing to look away first.
For a long moment, silence stretched between them, filled only by the rhythmic tapping of Morrika's fingers against the armrest of her chair.
Arthur leaned back, smirking. "You know, I was just taking my time checking you out."
Morrika's brow twitched. "Excuse me?"
Arthur's smirk widened. "I mean, it's not every day you see a woman built like a goddess of war. All that strength packed into a body that's both dangerous and—" His gaze flicked over her curves before returning to her intense crimson eyes. "—downright sinful."
Morrika's expression darkened.
