The morning air was quiet, sunlight slipping through the blinds in faint golden strips. you rubbed your eyes, groaning softly as you sat up from bed. The room was still, a little too still, and your mind wandered to the two companions who had become so much more than just Pokémon.

your fingers reached for the Pokéballs on the bedside table. Without hesitation, you pressed the buttons and tossed them lightly across the room. With a shimmer of light and the hum of psychic energy, Seraphina and Selene appeared.

They materialized like goddesses stepping out of a dream. Seraphina, her emerald hair cascading down her shoulders, stretched her arms overhead with a sly smile tugging at her lips. Beside her, Selene moved slower, almost ceremonial, her aquamarine hair catching the light as she arched her back with perfect poise.

You froze, face heating up as their forms shifted gracefully, curves outlined beneath their flowing nun-like attire. your breath caught in your throat.

“You purposely doing it again, Seraphina,” You muttered, looking away, your cheeks crimson.

Her half-lidded crimson eyes found you instantly, and she tilted her head with that mischievous smirk. “Oh? Doing what, my dear?” she teased, her voice smooth, dripping with playful intent. She stepped closer, her presence alone enough to make your pulse quicken.

Selene stood quietly, observing with her calm, unreadable expression. Her crimson gaze softened as it lingered on you, lips not smiling, but the warmth in her silence was undeniable. She simply stretched her arms down, adjusting her veil, but even the smallest motion carried an elegance that made you avert your eyes again.

You buried your face in your hand with a groan. “You both know exactly what you’re doing…”

Seraphina leaned down just slightly, enough to let her playful aura wash over you. “Maybe,” she whispered, the corner of her mouth curving upward, “but you blush so cutely, how could I resist?”

Selene finally spoke, her voice low, like a quiet breeze. “Don’t tease him too much.” She didn’t smile, but her words carried a gentle fondness, her gaze locked on you with silent devotion.

You swallowed hard, sitting cross-legged on the bed, trying to compose yourself. The two of them stood side by side, one playful and mischievous, the other serious and quietly loving. Together, they were overwhelming — like fire and ice, both drawing you in with a bond you couldn’t escape, nor did you want to.