Sesillian dragged me all the way back to my room, his grip firm, his movements deliberate. When we reached the door, he held out his hand and demanded the key. I handed it over without a second thought, and he unlocked the door with a smooth click, guiding me inside before shutting it behind him. His demeanor softened as he led me to the bed, placing me down gently, as if I were fragile. I let my eyelids droop, pretending to drift off into sleep, all the while wondering—what would he do now that I seemed vulnerable? The effects of the aphrodisiac he'd made me drink were starting to seep into my body, making my senses sharper, my skin more sensitive.
"Now then…" he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. Then he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my skin, and said, "Please, Sir Faust, open your eyes."
