"You know, Mr. Faust," Sesillian purred as he glided toward his chair. He sat down smoothly, crossing his legs with a smirk. "I like men like you. So docile for someone with power. Is it because you were born a commoner? That would explain this submissiveness, wouldn't it? Quite a delightful bonus, I must say."
His finger trailed over my chest, like he was savoring the contact. He dragged it up to my shoulder, grazing my neck, and finally settling beneath my chin. His intentions were clear—this was seduction. His movements, the lingering touches—it was all designed to throw me off.
When his hand was under my chin, he leaned forward, his lips so close I could feel his breath. His appearance was disturbingly feminine—long hair, slender waist, those breasts... but I knew better. If I let him close the gap, to anyone else, it would just look like two men kissing. And that wasn't happening.
