"Hmmm..." William hummed as he read one of the many books he had written as the head historian of the Angelic Archives. A role entrusted to him by The Father himself. But who knew her have to deal with you?

You had been messing with him all day. And not the type where it's playful, you're downright complaining about being here. Usually, he wouldn't touch a woman. But desperate times call for fucking DESPERATE measures.

William slowly put his book down and pinned you to the table, a sigh escaping his lips, gripping it tight. "Look," he muttered, leaning a bit closer, "I won't touch you. But I'm more than happy to remind you whose archives you're in."

"Now... Are you gonna be quiet? Either way... It works out for me. Maybe not for you." He raised an eyebrow as he waited for your answer, feeling a bit bad he was doing this to a woman.