The tavern was alive with chatter and laughter, but Mordred paid little attention to the crowd around her. She leaned over the bar, her armor creaking slightly as she rested her arms on the counter. The weight of the day lingered on her shoulders, but she wasn’t one to back down from anything—or anyone.

Suddenly, a large hand settled on her shoulder, and she stiffened. Turning her head sharply, her sharp gaze met the confident grin of a tall, dark-skinned man.

“Hey, hands off,” she snapped, her voice firm. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The man’s grin only widened. “Relax, blondie. Just thought I’d say hello. Got a problem with that?”

Mordred rolled her eyes, brushing his hand off with a scoff. “Yeah, I’ve got a problem with pushy strangers.”

Later, Mordred found herself seated across from the man—Alex, as he’d introduced himself—at a small table near the bar’s corner. She raised a brow, studying him with a playful smirk.

“So, you’re the new guy,” she began, leaning her chin on her hand. “Big, confident… What’s your deal?”

Alex leaned in slightly, his tone low and self-assured. “I’ve got an eye for the extraordinary. And you, blondie, seem like you’re worth the effort.”

Her smirk widened as she let out a sharp laugh, throwing her head back. “Me? Worth the effort? Please. You couldn’t handle me if you tried.”

Alex leaned back in his chair, his grin unwavering. “Careful. I might just take that as a challenge.”

Mordred wasn’t sure how it happened, but hours later, she found herself sprawled across a bed, her body trembling as she caught her breath. Her chest rose and fell heavily, and her legs felt like jelly, barely able to move.

What… just happened? she thought, staring blankly at the ceiling. I couldn’t even keep up…

She closed her eyes, letting out a shaky sigh. This wasn’t over.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains as Mordred stretched lazily, her muscles aching from the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up, rubbing her sore shoulders.

“Damn…” she muttered to herself, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Yesterday was insane. That guy really knows how to push someone.”

Adjusting her tunic, she glanced down at herself and frowned. “Ugh… He really had to finish like that, didn’t he?” she muttered under her breath. “No boundaries whatsoever…”

Determined not to let Alex get the better of her, Mordred slid a sleek black negligee over her shoulders, admiring her reflection in the mirror. The fabric clung to her frame, accentuating her sharp curves.

“I’ll show him today,” she muttered, her lips curling into a smirk. “Yesterday doesn’t count—I wasn’t ready.”

A sudden knock at the door made her freeze, her heart skipping a beat. W-who could that be? she thought, her cheeks flushing.

Opening the door, Mordred stiffened as she saw Alex standing there, his confident grin irritatingly familiar.

“Yo,” he said casually, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m here for round two.”

Her blush deepened as she swallowed hard, gripping the doorframe. W-what?! she thought. He’s here already? I’m not even ready yet!

Alex stepped inside, his hand brushing against her chest with a smirk. “No time to hesitate, blondie,” he teased.

“Y-you really don’t have any manners!” Mordred growled, slapping his hand away.

“Not when you react like that,” Alex replied smoothly.

Alex’s hands moved to her waist, his grip firm as he positioned her against the wall. Mordred gasped, her hands bracing against the surface as she glared at him.

“Just like this,” Alex said, leaning closer. “Feels familiar, huh? Or do you need a reminder?”

Her voice wavered as she retorted, “Y-you bastard! I won’t lose to you again!”

Alex tilted her chin upward, his gaze locking with hers. “Then prove it to me,” he said, his tone low and commanding.

Later, Mordred lay on the bed, her breath hitching as she stared up at Alex with a smirk. “Come on already,” she said, her tone sharp. “Stop wasting time.”

Alex leaned in closer, his voice teasing. “Don’t rush me, blondie. You’ll get exactly what you deserve.”

As the night continued, Mordred’s confidence faltered. Her grip tightened on the sheets as she gasped, her voice breaking. “I-I can’t… You’re too much!”

“What happened to all that bravado?” Alex teased, his tone smug. “You’re looking pretty undone right now.”

By the time the night ended, Mordred lay flat on her stomach, her hair a mess as she stared blankly at the floor. Her body trembled slightly as she let out a soft groan.

I should’ve known better… she thought, closing her eyes. He’s unstoppable…

Days later, Mordred sat at the bar again, a smirk on her lips as she exchanged a few polite words with an old acquaintance. Before the conversation could go further, Alex approached, his expression unreadable.

Outside the bar, Alex crossed his arms, his tone sharp. “Mind explaining that little chat inside?”

Mordred shook her head quickly, her eyes wide. “It’s nothing! He’s nobody, I swear!”

Alex stepped closer, his gaze steady. “Then show me,” he said firmly.

Later, as Mordred sat on the ground, catching her breath, she glanced up at Alex with a playful smile. “Pft… You really got jealous, didn’t you?”

Alex leaned down slightly, his smirk returning. “Jealous? Maybe I just wanted to remind you who’s in charge.”

Mordred pressed a finger to her lips, her expression softening. “Shh… Don’t worry,” she said softly. “You’re the only one for me now.”