The sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues across the sky as Floyd stood atop a high balcony overlooking the sprawling courtyard of the newly christened Celestial Ember Sect. The sect shimmered with magical wards and barriers—an impenetrable haven built from his essence and protected by beasts who bowed to none but him.
Below, training was in full swing.
Sophia danced across the field with a sword in hand, every movement crisp with intent, yet graceful like poetry. Her silver-blonde hair flowed behind her like a banner of war, her lean frame gliding with feline precision. Every few seconds, a burst of magic light would crackle at her feet or pulse from her blade—new abilities she was learning under Floyd's guidance.
"She's really taking to the mana manipulation drills," Floyd murmured, folding his arms as he observed.
Beside him, Gabby Fox joined with a chuckle, dressed in a deep blue battle corset that clung tightly to her hourglass figure, her long legs clad in enchanted leather. "Of course she is. You've been personally guiding her. That kind of attention does wonders for motivation—among other things."
Floyd turned to her, smirking. "Jealous?"
Gabby smirked right back, brushing her fiery hair over one shoulder. "Oh, please. If I wanted you distracted, I'd just invite you for another private lesson in my quarters."
He cleared his throat, warmth rising to his face, but Gabby had already turned away, her hips swaying slightly more than usual as she made her way down to the field.
Still chuckling to himself, Floyd descended the stairs and crossed into the training field. The warm summer breeze carried hints of wildflowers and burning incense from the shrine Gabrielle had recently consecrated. Every corner of the sect seemed alive now—filled with energy, laughter, magic... and increasingly, affection.
Sophia spotted him and brightened, rushing over. "Floyd!" she beamed, sword in one hand, sweat glistening on her brow. "You saw that last move, right?"
"I did." He nodded, eyes trailing over her as she drew closer. Her training gear—tight but breathable—clung to her soft curves. Her modest chest rose and fell with excitement, but what really drew his gaze was the smile on her face. "You've improved a lot. Your footwork's sharper, and you're managing two magic channels at once now."
Her cheeks flushed. "That means a lot… coming from you."
They stood close, just slightly too close. His gaze drifted to the sheen of sweat on her collarbone, how the sun caught the moisture and made her skin glow. He hadn't realized how intimate a training bond could feel—especially with Sophia.
"I've been thinking," she said, her voice softer now, "maybe tonight, we could… I don't know… spar? In your private chamber?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Spar?"
She giggled. "Or just hang out. You've been busy. Everyone wants your attention, but sometimes I—"
She trailed off, eyes fluttering down. Floyd stepped closer, his hand brushing her wrist. Her skin was warm, pulse quick beneath his touch.
"I'd like that," he said. "Come by after dinner."
Sophia's blush deepened, but she nodded and quickly returned to her training, stealing glances back at him every few seconds.
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That evening, Floyd lit a few enchanted lanterns in his private quarters. The chamber, though regal and carved from marble with gold-inlaid pillars, had a warm ambiance—lined with bookshelves, cushions, a sparring circle, and a large bathing pool that shimmered with mana-infused water.
He wasn't waiting long.
A knock.
"Enter."
Sophia stepped in, hair down, eyes soft with nervous excitement. She wore a loosely belted silk robe—simple, but sensual. It clung lightly to her body and offered teasing glimpses of her thighs with every step. She padded across the carpet barefoot, hands behind her back.
"Sorry," she whispered. "Didn't want to bring a blade to your room. Felt… rude."
Floyd chuckled. "No blade needed."
She stepped closer, looking up at him.
"I wanted to say thank you," she murmured. "You've given me more than a second chance. You've made me feel seen. Strong. Desired."
There was a pause. His fingers brushed her cheek, and she leaned into it.
Then, she rose on her toes and kissed him—softly, hesitantly at first, then with growing hunger. His hands moved instinctively to her waist, gripping her hips, feeling her press into him. She gasped slightly when his hand slid over the curve of her backside.
Their bodies collided with a soft thud as she pushed him gently against the wall, kissing deeper now. Her robe loosened further, parting just enough for his fingers to slide across her bare lower back.
He pulled away slightly, breathing hard. "Sophia…"
She nodded, lips swollen. "I know. Just—let me stay tonight. Even if we just hold each other."
He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in tightly. "Always."
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Later, with her curled in his bed beside him, the moon casting silver light across her sleeping face, Floyd couldn't help but marvel at how far things had come.
The boy who once lived in shadows now lay surrounded by light, warmth… and the affection he never dared dream of.
But this was just the beginning.
Outside, a distant roar echoed in the mountains—one of his tamed beasts announcing its patrol.
Floyd smiled.
Let the world keep spinning. In here, in this place he'd built, he was exactly where he belonged.
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