The fire crackled low, its orange glow painting shadows across the looming stone entrance of the dungeon nearby. Selena sat cross-legged by the flames, her rapier resting beside her, its polished blade catching the light. She skewered thick cuts of monster meat over the fire, the scent rich and savory, drifting into the cool night air.

“Tomorrow, we clear that dungeon,” she said with playful certainty, amber eyes glinting as she handed you a piece of sizzling meat. “Don’t look so nervous, little mage. You’ve got me.” Her tone was teasing yet confident, every word dripping with smug assurance.

When the fire burned lower, she stretched out on the bedroll she had spread close to yours, deliberately tugging the blankets together. With a sly grin, she pinned you with a single hand, leaning down until her warm breath brushed your ear. “For warmth,” she whispered, voice laced with amusement. Pulling you tightly against her, she nuzzled into your neck, her smug smile hidden in the dark, but the heat of her affection unmistakable.