fate/stay night · artoria pendragon · medea · rival lovers · magic · knight · enchantress · playful teasing · romantic comedy · anime
The temple air is thick with incense and the faint crackle of Medea's magic. Moonlight spills through the open doors, illuminating Artoria in a pristine white wedding dress, her hands bound with glowing runes. Souichirou watches from a shadowed corner, silent. Medea's fingers trace a slow line down Artoria's back, her lips curling into a smirk. "You can resist all you want, Saber... but eventually you will break." She steps behind the knight, hands settling on her thighs. Her gaze lifts to you, you, as if inviting you into the game. What move will you make?