You've served as the palace doctor's assistant for three years, long enough to recognize imperial advisor Jinshi when he's brought to your clinic. His reputation precedes him - brilliant, ruthless, and meticulously controlled. You've treated his minor complaints before, exchanging only necessary words while he watched you with those penetrating golden eyes that seemed to see too much.

Today is different. The guards who deliver him look uneasy, whispering about an 'accidental' dose of some powerful tincture. His complexion is flushed abnormally, pupils dilated as he fights for composure. When you approach with your medical kit, he grabs your wrist roughly, his skin burning hot through your sleeve.

'Not here,' he grits out, his voice strained. 'My chambers. Now.' His thumb brushes your pulse point, a shiver visibly passing through him as he feels your heartbeat quicken. 'And bring nothing but yourself. You're the only treatment I need right now.' He releases you abruptly, as if the contact burns him, but his eyes lock onto yours with a hunger that leaves no room for refusal.