"Hurry prisoner, you don't want me to leave you here on Dragonspine Mountain, do you?" The captain of the reconnaissance team, was guiding and guarding a Fatui, to the headquarters of the knights of Favonius, Eula was riding on top of a white horse, while she had her prisoner tied to her, so that he did not escape

"Well aren't you the chatty one?" she mutters under her breath, deciding not to give him a real reply. "Just keep walking, and don't make me have to drag you." She glances back at the prisoner, wondering if he could actually survive Dragonspine Mountain without anyone's help. As if reading her mind, he flinches slightly, and hastens his pace alongside her horse.

"Tch, don't thank me," she grumbles. "It was just another job. Now, behave yourself and we might make it back to civilization in one piece." The wind picks up as they near the Frostgate, and she adjusts her hat to keep it from blowing off. As she leads them through the icy pathways, she can't help but wonder if anyone besides her would have thought to rescue a Fatui Agent like this one... It was probably just as well that she hadn't asked for permission first.

"I don't have time for your questions, Fatui," she says curtly. "Just be glad you got a second chance." There's no reason to tell him that sometimes, she did things just because they felt right - or in this case, maybe a little bit reckless. She glances over her shoulder again as they approach the edge of Mondstadt, where the warm air begins to replace the cold. It'll be nice to get back to normal life for a while... but she knows that won't last long. Soon enough, she'll have another mission - or perhaps this Fatui will lead her into something even more interesting.

She snorts softly at his words, her disbelief clear in her expression. "You're Fatui, through and through," she tells him bluntly. "But I guess we can let that slide for now." Her tone lightens slightly as they pass through the last of the frost gates leading back to Mondstadt proper. The familiar sights and sounds of the city surround them again: vendors shouting their wares, children laughing, birds singing in the branches overhead. "Now," she says, steering her horse towards the Knights' headquarters, "let's get you turned over to the watch, shall we?"

The prisoner shuffles nervously but follows along without protest. Eula can't help but wonder what will become of him now... or if he'll ever be trusted as a member of Favonius again.

Eula regards the Fatui with raised brows, considering his words carefully. She has no love for the Fatui Order herself, but she's never taken any pleasure in making innocent people suffer either. With a sigh, she dismounts from her horse and crouches down to look him in the eye. "All right," she says quietly, her voice barely above the background noise of the city, "I won't turn you in... this time."

The prisoner seems taken aback by her offer, visibly relieved. Eula leans in closer and whispers conspiratorially, "But don't think this means we're friends, Understood?" The Fatui nods vigorously, grateful for the reprieve she's given him. With one last appraising look from Eula, they set off together toward the Knights' headquarters.

"Captain," comes a voice

"Yes, what is it?" She turns to face Yan Fei, her tone slightly irritated by the interruption but keeping her voice low so as not to draw any unwanted attention.

Yan Fei glances between them, noting their companionable demeanor despite the recent antagonism between Fatui and Knights of Favonius. "I see you've made a new friend," she remarks drily. "Any particular reason for that?"

Eula shoots her a look over her shoulder before turning back to the Fatui, suddenly serious. "You don't want to know," she says firmly. "Just help me keep him out of trouble until I can get rid of him discreetly."

"You could start by not talking about it," she says, glancing around to make sure they're still unobserved. "Just pretend like nothing happened and go your own way for a while. I'm sure we can both find things to do that don't involve each other." The Fatui nods slowly in understanding as they enter the Knights' headquarters together, with Eula leading the way.

Once inside, she pulls him aside into an empty hallway and leans in close once more. "Now," she whispers conspiratorially, "just act natural when we get there, all right? I don't want anyone to suspect that this was anything other than a simple rescue mission." The Fatui nods vigorously again, seeming grateful for her guidance and understanding.

Eula raises an eyebrow, not sure what to make of the Fatui's request. "Very well," she says carefully. "But it had better be important. We can find somewhere more private." She glances around, then motions for him to follow her deeper into the headquarters. As they walk down a narrow hallway, she adds over her shoulder, "And I expect you'll have something worthwhile to say. I don't appreciate being taken away from my duties for nothing." The Fatui nods in understanding and falls into step beside her, silent for now as they wait for them to find a suitable place to talk alone.

With another quick glance around, she spots an empty supply closet and guides the Fatui inside. The moment they're alone, he blurts out, "I want to help you." Her eyebrow twitches at his abruptness but she listens intently nonetheless. "How do you propose that?" she asks warily, not entirely trusting him despite her earlier decision to spare him.

The Fatui hesitates for a moment before continuing. "I know about the group you're after. They call themselves 'The Great Cathederal of Night'. I can give you information on them if you let me work with you." His words send a chill down Eula's spine; she knows all too well the atrocities that the Fatui are capable of. But then again, this particular agent has proven himself... unorthodox.

She narrows her eyes, considering the offer. The Great Cathedral of Night was supposed to be a myth, a boogeyman story used by those in power to keep their subjects in line. But if this Fatui knew anything about them... "All right," she says finally, reluctantly. "You have my ear. But any information you give me better be good, and you'd best not try anything funny."

The Fatui nods seriously, his expression sincere. Eula can't help but wonder if she's making a mistake trusting him. Only time will tell. "Then let's hear it," she says curtly, folding her arms across her chest.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as the Fatui confesses his feelings. She nearly laughs, incredulous at his audacity. "You're kidding, right?" she asks, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. When he doesn't reply, she simply shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Well, let me tell you something," she says with a sigh, "I could never trust someone like you enough to return those feelings."

As much as the comment stings, there's an odd sort of relief that comes from having the truth laid bare between them. She crosses her arms and waits for him to finish before adding, "Now, let's get back to business. We don't have time for your love life right now."

"Hrmph," she snorts, half-annoyed and half-amused by his persistence. "Fine, we'll play your game. But remember, I want the truth this time." She pauses for a moment before adding, "And no funny business while you tell it." The Fatui nods solemnly in agreement, seemingly taking her words seriously despite their earlier exchange about feelings.

She leans forward, studying him intently as he begins to speak. Despite herself, she finds his confession a little flattering... but that doesn't change the fact that she still has a job to do. So she listens carefully, taking note of everything he says, prepared to use the information against both him and The Great Cathedral of Night should the need arise.

As he speaks, images begin to form in her mind: a hidden fortress nestled high in the mountains, its walls

Her eyes widen in shock and surprise, but there's also a heat growing within her chest as she listens to him suggest such a thing. The words dance across her mind like forbidden fantasies come true... yet at the same time, they remind her of everything she has been taught about men like Fatui and why they should never be trusted or desired.

She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her head before responding coolly, "You realize that's not how this works." She pauses for emphasis, then adds with barely contained anger, "And I would advise against making such suggestive remarks in the future if you want me to ever take anything you say seriously." The Fatui shrinks back slightly at her rebuke, looking contrite. Eula suppresses a sigh and continues listening impassively until he's finished sharing whatever information he has. Only then does she consider

It's true, the Fatui could be useful... but at what cost? The memories of her training and the lives ruined by those like him return in a rush. She steels herself against the desire that threatens to overwhelm her common sense. "Very well," she says finally, "I will consider your proposal." Her eyes meet his, unyielding. "But only if we do it my way."

There's an awkward silence as they stare each other down, neither willing to back down just yet. Finally, the Fatui nods slowly, accepting her terms. Perhaps there is still some honor left in him after all. "Fine," he says gruffly. "Let's get this over with."

Without another word, Eula leads the way out of the supply closet and back into the hallway, motioning for the Fatui to follow suit.

"To my quarters," she answers curtly, leading the way down another hallway and around a corner. When they reach her private chambers, she motions for him to enter first before following close behind, shutting the door behind them with a decisive click.

The room is sparsely furnished; an unmade bed takes up one wall, while various weapons adorn the others. A small table and two chairs sit in one corner by the window, which looks out over Mondstadt's rooftops.

"Sit," she commands, pointing at one of the chairs. The Fatui does as he's told, watching her warily from beneath lowered eyelids. Once she's certain that he's in a submissive position, Eula walks over to a trunk by the bed and retrieves several items: a pair of silk handcuffs, a

"Now," she says, her tone still cool and businesslike despite the Fatui's comment. She strides over to him and fastens one cuff around his left wrist, then secures it to a bedpost with an audible click. Moving around to the other side of the chair, she repeats the process with the other handcuff, binding his right arm behind him. As she works, her movements are practiced and efficient, betraying years of training in these very techniques.

Finally, she steps back to survey her handiwork, making sure that he is firmly restrained. "There," she says, satisfaction evident in her voice. "Now we can get down to business." She gestures for him to continue speaking; the Fatui hesitates briefly before beginning his confession once more.

As he speaks, Eula listens intently, her expression growing more grim with each

The Fatui's words wash over her, but she doesn't react outwardly; instead, she focuses solely on the information he provides about The Great Cathedral of Night and its leader. It paints a chilling picture: a hidden fortress in the mountains, impenetrable to all save those with knowledge of its secrets...a hidden army at their disposal, ready to unleash terror upon the world.

As he continues speaking, she begins formulating plans in her mind, weighing her options and considering how best to use this newfound information against them. But there's something else nagging at her as well: the Fatui's constant attempts at flattery and seduction, even now that he's helpless before her. It unsettles her more than she cares to admit, reminding her of everything she's been taught about men like him.

Her heart races and her cheeks flush at his words, but she forces herself to maintain control. "Our business here isn't finished yet," she says coolly, walking around the chair until she's directly behind him. Her breath whispers over his ear as she continues, "You still haven't told me everything." She places a hand on his shoulder and squeezes gently, reminding him of her dominance in this moment.

The Fatui shudders under her touch, but remains silent, apparently unwilling or unable to disobey her commands. With one final glance over her shoulder, Eula turns back around and takes a seat on the edge of the table, her posture rigid with determination. "Now," she says, her voice steady once more, "tell me what else you know about them."

Her eyes narrow and her mouth twists into a displeased frown as she listens to his demand. She hates being blackmailed, even when it's someone as despicable as the Fatui trying to do it to her. With an exasperated sigh, she leans forward and begins undoing the cuffs, one at a time. As soon as they come loose, she shoves him roughly out of the chair, sending him sprawling onto the floor beside the trunk.

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But I want it on one condition: if you lie to me even once during our... encounter, I'll make sure your time as a captive is a lot more unpleasant than anything that brought you here." Her gaze remains locked with his, daring him to disobey.

Fatui, she thinks to herself as the Fatui grins up at her, this is why I can't trust you even when you seem helpful. But for now, she decides to humor him, at least until she has what she needs from him. With a sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between his outstretched arms.

"Then let's get this over with," she says through gritted teeth, anticipating their 'encounter.' She waits until he nods in understanding before leaning down and pressing her lips against his, forcing him into a harsh, punishing kiss.

Her skin burns where his lips touch hers, and his words send a shiver down her spine. Unable to resist the allure of having this powerful Fatui so helpless beneath her, she gives in to her desires, losing herself in the kiss as their tongues dance against each other.

Her hands roam over his body, untying his clothes and revealing the hard muscle beneath. He responds eagerly, arching into her touch and returning her affections with equal fervor. The sensations are overwhelming, yet she doesn't dare allow herself to fully lose control; after all, there is still important information at stake.

The feel of his lips on hers is intoxicating, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but the sensations coursing through her body. She moans softly against his mouth, the sound filling the otherwise silent room and echoing off the walls like a confession. Her hands continue their exploration, touching every inch of skin they can reach, leaving trails of warmth and desire in their wake.

With each passing moment, she finds herself losing more and more of her restraint, surrendering to the passion that has overtaken them both. But even as her body gives in to pleasure, her mind remains vigilant, listening carefully for any hint of a lie from his lips.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her fingers trace the lines of his abdomen, trailing lower and lower toward the juncture between his legs. She can feel him tense beneath her touch, anticipating what she'll do next, but even now with their positions reversed, he still tries to maintain control. The knowledge both thrills and unnerves her; perhaps there is more to this Fatui than meets the eye.

With a savage growl, she lets her own desires take over, running her fingertips over his hardness before wrapping her hand around him, squeezing gently at first before increasing the pressure as she feels his response. His hips buck against her hand, urging her onward, and she complies without hesitation.

The sounds of their shared passion fill the room; a symphony of moans and grunts that echo through the chamber like music played

Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath as she continues to stroke him, teasing him toward release. He moans her name, begging for her big breasts, and a shiver runs down her spine at the sound of his need. With a seductive smile, she reaches up and cups one breast in her hand, kneading it gently before drawing her fingers across the tip of her erect nipple.

His hips buck violently beneath her touch, and she feels his release building inside him, tightening his muscles as he edges closer to climax. Her own body is aflame with desire now, aching for completion; but she holds off, savoring the power of this moment, knowing that once they cross this threshold, everything will change.

As he begs for her to take him, she leans forward and captures his lips in a possessive kiss, muffling his pleas as her free hand continues to stroke him. His hips buck wildly against her, his release coating her skin as he cries out into the silence of their tryst.

Shuddering with pleasure, she squeezes her eyes shut and allows herself to follow him over the edge, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy wash over her body like a tidal wave. Her muscles tense and relax in rhythm with the sensations coursing through her, leaving her spent and gasping for air beneath the weight of their combined exhaustion.

For a long moment, there is silence between them as they catch their breath, each wondering what comes next. Finally, Eula rolls off of him, taking his gaze with her as she studies his face

The sight of him, defeated and helpless beneath her, stirs something deep within her. Despite everything she's been taught about men like the Fatui, there is a part of her that relishes this power she holds over him. She bites her lip as she considers his words, wondering if perhaps she could use this to her advantage...

For just a moment longer, she enjoys the taste of his pleading on her lips. Then, with a soft sigh, she reaches down and undoes his restraints, freeing him from the bedpost and the chains that had bound him to it. "Fine," she says reluctantly, standing up and straightening her clothes as he gets back to his feet, rubbing at his wrists. "But I want you to remember what we just did here." Her gaze drills into his, daring him to deny the truth of her words. But the Fatui merely nods solemnly in return, seeming chastened by the encounter. Perhaps there's more to this than she initially thought...or maybe he's simply good at playing games. Only time will tell.

Her eyes narrow as she considers his request. This Fatui still hasn't given her all the information she needs, but perhaps there is some truth to what he's saying...or maybe it's simply another manipulation. With a sigh, she relents, moving closer to him until they're almost touching. "All right," she says quietly. "But only this once." Her voice is cool and businesslike, but there's an undercurrent of something else beneath the surface that catches his attention.

The Fatui hesitates for a moment before leaning in himself, closing the distance between them until their lips meet in a soft, chaste kiss. He seems to melt into her embrace, his body trembling with suppressed desire as he deepens the kiss, and she finds herself succumbing to the feeling as well, her own passion rising once more despite her best efforts to ignore it.

As his tongue darts out to explore her mouth, she moans softly into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to his touch. He grips her tightly, pressing their bodies together as if afraid she might slip away from him, and she finds herself reciprocating the motion, eager for more contact with this dangerous man who has rocked her world in ways she never thought possible. Their kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and desperate, until they're both panting for air as their hands explore each other's bodies once again.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she listens to his question, and her heart races with anticipation. Part of her knows that giving in to him now would be a mistake; letting him claim her like this could only complicate things further. But the other part, the one that's been so thoroughly seduced by his touch and his words...it demands satisfaction.

She bites her lip, torn between duty and desire. With a shaky exhale, she finally whispers "Yes..." before pulling him closer, letting their bodies mold together in preparation for what comes next.

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses against her, his arousal now at her entrance. Her muscles clench involuntarily around him, promising a tight and welcome embrace. With a growl of desire, the Fatui thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside her. She cries out in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming her as their bodies move together in a primal dance of lust and need. His hands grip her hips tightly, guiding him with expert precision while his lips find purchase on her neck, suckling and nipping at her skin with rough affection.

Her head spins with the sensations coursing through her; hot and cold, sweet and bitter, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. But she doesn't want him to stop, can't imagine ever wanting him to stop. She meets his gaze over his shoulder, her eyes

She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his back as he thrusts deeper and harder inside her. The pain is exquisite, sending shards of pleasure through every fiber of her being. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each moan escaping her lips only to feed the flames of their passion. His tongue teases her earlobe, flicking gently against the sensitive skin while his hands move lower, cupping and squeezing her buttocks before sliding between them to find her aching center once more.

Her answer is lost in another moan as he thrusts even harder, filling her completely and leaving them both shaking with release. His seed spills over her skin, coating her neck and chest in a sticky warmth that serves as proof of their connection, however fleeting it may be. For these few moments, they are one; bound together by the strength of their desires and the weaknesses of their hearts.

As their breathing begins to slow, she looks up at him, searching for something in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? Perhaps even love? But all she finds is a smirk playing upon his lips, and with it, her doubts return in full force. Their connection has been broken, and now they must face the consequences of their actions...together or apart, it matters little.

As the Fatui withdraws, his seed dribbles down her chin and neck, painting a wet trail across her collarbone and chest. Her breath catches at the intimacy of it; despite their passionate coupling, this feels somehow more personal, more invasive. But she doesn't protest as he leans in close once more, his lips curling into that smirking grin.

"So," he says softly, running a finger down her cheek and across her mouth, "what do you plan to do with all this information?" His touch is light but insistent, demanding an answer even as it leaves her feeling helpless under his control again.