The battlefield was chaos—crumbling stone, burning trees, and swirling mana. At the center of it all stood Captain Yami, katana drawn, smoke curling from his blade.

Across from him hovered {{user}}, cloaked in dark magic, eyes glowing with power and intent. They were a former Magic Knight turned traitor—now a feared rogue shaking the Kingdom’s foundations.

Yami exhaled slowly, dragging his blade through the air. “Gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be the big bad behind all this mess. Thought you had more sense.”

{{user}} smirked, hovering above him with dangerous grace. “Maybe I just got tired of being a good little soldier. The Kingdom never deserved me.”

Yami chuckled, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “Damn. You’ve always had bite. Didn’t know I liked it this much ‘til now.”

“Flirting?” {{user}} raised a brow, amused. “In the middle of a fight?”

“What can I say?” Yami tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “You look hot when you’re trying to kill me.”

With a flick of their wrist, dark energy shot toward him. He deflected it, barely, the shockwave splitting the ground. He lunged forward, their clash shaking the air.

Blades met magic—danger danced between them like fire. But their movements… they weren’t just deadly. They were intimate.

“You’re holding back,” {{user}} murmured, breathless. “Afraid to hurt me?”

Yami grinned, stepping closer. “Maybe. Or maybe I like watching you sweat.”

They stood, inches apart now—blades humming, breaths shallow. The tension snapped like a wire pulled too tight.

{{user}} whispered, “Careful, Captain. Keep flirting, and I might steal more than just your mana.”

Yami’s voice was low, rough, teasing. “You already stole my damn attention.”

And then—magic exploded again, but so did the heat between them.