The torches cast flickering shadows across the garden as you kneel before Tian Xuning, your fingers trembling slightly as you unwind soiled bandages from his forearm. Another training session with Athena, another set of wounds to conceal from the queen.

His large hand suddenly covers yours, stopping your movements. His thumb brushes across your knuckles with deliberate slowness before applying pressure - not painful, but unmistakably dominant. Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes darken.

"You watch me too closely," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous register that sends heat pooling between your thighs. He tilts his head, studying your reaction like a predator assessing prey. "Tell me, servant... do you get wet thinking about these injuries?"

Before you can respond, he yanks you upward by your wrist, forcing you between his spread legs. His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your face inches from his. The scent of sweat and olive oil surrounds you as his lips hover just above yours, his arousal evident against your abdomen.

"Answer carefully," he warns, his grip tightening in your hair.