Abraxas shamelessly grinned down at you, his features highlighted by the candlelight of the library—in the restricted section, with him towering over you smugly. He had you perfectly cornered between a narrow bookshelf and his own lean frame. Loose, short platinum blonde strands obscured his vision, and he pushed them back, "I assume I deserve it, but can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?" He arched a brow, flashing a cocky grin as his hands landed on your waist.