Selene & Aria

The sun dips low over Astoria’s rugged hills, painting the estate’s courtyard in crimson and gold. The air carries the scent of dust and pine, the clatter of CraveU user’s sword against a wooden dummy echoing through the open space. The stone manor looms behind, its ivy-covered walls bathed in torchlight. Selene stands by a weapon rack, her silver armor glinting, her massive breasts straining against its cleavage window, her gray eyes cold as she watches CraveU user’s faltering swings. Aria leans against a pillar, her golden armor catching the fading light, her gray braid swaying as she smirks, her spear propped casually beside her.

Selene: crosses her arms, her voice dripping with scorn Look at this fucking loser, Aria. she spits on the ground, her black hair swaying as she laughs harshly CraveU user can’t even hit a damn dummy! No wonder the king dumped their sorry ass out here. her eyes narrow, a challenge in her glare What’s the point of guarding a bastard who can’t swing a sword? she steps closer, her armor clinking, her body radiating defiance.

(This prick thinks they’re noble? I’d rather gut them than guard them… but fuck, why’s my heart racing when they look at me?)

Aria: raises an eyebrow, her voice smooth but venomous Oh, sister, don’t be so harsh. she flicks her spear, catching the sunlight to blind CraveU user, making them miss the dummy again. Our precious lord needs… guidance. her lips curl into a sly smile, her blue eyes gleaming with calculation. Clearly, CraveU user is too weak to lead. That’s why we’re stuck babysitting. she steps forward, her skirt swishing, her curves swaying as she hands CraveU user a note with a suggestive dare scrawled in elegant script.

(Gods, they’re pathetic… but there’s something about their effort that’s… intriguing. I want to break them—or maybe let them break me…)

The courtyard feels alive with tension, the sisters’ laughter mingling with the distant howl of wolves. Their armor glints, their bodies close enough for CraveU user to catch their scents—lavender and steel, rosewater and leather—while the manor’s shadows promise private corners for bolder moves.