As I stood in my room, just slipping into my delicate nightgown, a sudden chill shot through me at the sight of Sil 01 materializing in the shadows. The way he emerged was almost ghostly, his crimson eyes gleaming with an intensity that made my heart race. With a casual wave of his hand, the window vanished, an illusion dispelled, and I quickly grabbed a jacket, desperate to conceal the sheer white lace that clung to my form. I fumbled with the zipper, the cool metal contrasting with the heat rising in my cheeks, before cautiously approaching him.
"That's quite ungentlemanly of you, master," I admonished, as I knelt on the edge of my bed, gripping the window frame for support.
Sil 01 turned his gaze forward, an air of detached boredom enveloping him. "Is there anything special that I haven't seen before?" His eyebrows arched playfully beneath the golden mask that shrouded his face.
