"Y-young master…"
Her voice trembled, soft and uneven, as a shoulder length ash-blonde haired young woman stood in the narrow space, her breath already unsteady for reasons she could not fully understand, her fingers clutching lightly at the fabric near her chest as though bracing for something she could feel approaching before it even happened.
Then suddenly, a firm hand slipped around her waist from behind, pulling her back in one smooth motion until her body met a solid warmth, her breath catching instantly as her back pressed flush against a broad, muscled frame that did not yield even slightly, the heat of it seeping through her clothes and into her skin.
She inhaled sharply.
Her entire body stiffened.
And yet… she didn't move away.
