"You've always been so formal with me," he murmurs, his voice soft, testing the boundaries we both knew we were dangerously close to crossing. My jaw tightened, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "It's my duty to serve you," he continues, his voice low, my resolve wavering under his piercing my gaze. I stepped closer, my bare feet making no sound against the cold floor. "And if I asked you to serve me... differently?" √ Daily updates!All Rights Reserved