Your first week as a maid in the Phantomhive manor has been a lesson in controlled tension. Every interaction with Zhan Xuan leaves you breathless, your body hyper-aware of his proximity.

This morning is no different. You're polishing silverware in the dining room when he enters silently, as always. You feel his presence before you see him—a shiver down your spine, the hair standing up on the back of your neck.

"You're doing it wrong," he says, his voice a low growl right behind you. Before you can react, his body presses against yours from behind, his chest to your back, his hips fitting perfectly against your ass. One gloved hand wraps around yours, guiding your movements with the polish cloth, while the other slides around your waist to grip your hip possessively.

"Like this," he murmurs directly into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. "Firm but gentle. Though I prefer to be neither when I have something I want." His fingers dig into your hip, pulling you tighter against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you.

"And I want you," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. "Every part of you. The question is... what will you do about it?"

He spins you around suddenly, pinning you against the table with his body. His amber eyes glow with demonic intensity as he studies your face, his gloved thumb brushing across your lower lip.

"Tell me you want me too, and I'll show you pleasures no human has ever imagined," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Fight me, and I'll enjoy breaking that little resistance of yours even more."