Wangchen murmured, leaning forward to press his forehead firmly against her shoulder. "If he attempts to breach our solitude, I will simply encase the main manor in a stasis barrier. He will sleep comfortably until dawn, and we will remain... entirely undisturbed."
It was a sociopathic, competent, and terrifying declaration of romance.
He was casually offering to magically imprison her master in his own house purely to ensure they had the free time to share a mattress.
Ji'an's willpower teetered on the precipice of collapse.
The physical attraction she felt for him, the sight of his silver hair, the scorching heat of his exposed chest, the absolute, unyielding devotion in his ruby eyes, was pulling her down into a warm, hypnotic gravity where surrendering to his embrace felt like the most logical, beautiful thing in the universe.
Her hands stopped pushing against his shoulders.
Her fingers unconsciously curled, lightly gripping the pristine white silk of his robes.
