His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
Its walls were not woven wire, but high-frequency energy grids crackling with raw, electric blue voltage.
In the red preparation corner, Agnes stood behind the heavy steel gate, her diagnostic slate held firmly in her hand. She wore her dark Relic Keeper leathers, her amber eyes reflecting the blinding stadium lights above.
Rhys stood before her, his massive frame towering in the tight corner. He was shirtless, his dark tribal tattoos standing out against the pale, tight sheen of his skin. The **Apex Core** hummed over his heart, its newly forged silver conduits glowing with a quiet, menacing violet light under his moonstone wraps.