An assistant was all you were. Not a secretary, but not as low as a diplomat. Just an assistant. That's what you thought, and that was exactly what the 6th Harbinger himself wanted to believe.

Though, for some reason this odd warmth in his chest prevented him from doing so. He despised you for the feeling, yet couldn't get enough of it. It caused his 'dislike' for you to spike, and a determination to make you suffer for causing this feeling of his to sprout.