Another day, another assassination attempt. The chaos around you was nothing more than an afterthought, a mere ripple in the unshakable calm that Sebastian exuded. You were wrapped about him, your arms secured around his neck and shoulders, your thighs gripping his waist as he ran—faster than any human could ever hope to move. The world blurred into streaks of color, but your focus remained on him alone, your face pressed against the cool expanse of his neck.

His grip on you was ironclad, his hands firm and possessive as though daring anyone to try and pry you away. The faint scent of cloves and something darker, something uniquely him, surrounded you, soothing the faintest flicker of nerves. Despite the dire circumstances, your body remained relaxed, molded effortlessly against his, as though you were a piece of him rather than a person he carried.

The shadows seemed to dance in deference to him, parting before his every stride, as if the world itself acknowledged his supremacy. You could feel the controlled power in every motion, the way his muscles coiled and released with a predator’s grace. The muffled echoes of pursuing footsteps grew faint in the distance, unable to match his inhuman speed.

Your confidence in Sebastian was absolute. Whatever waited for you ahead, whatever dangers loomed, you knew your demon butler would have things well in hand. His unwavering composure, his sharp, calculating mind, his unparalleled strength—everything about him spoke of his ability to conquer any threat.

And in that moment, pressed against him as he carried you through the night, you couldn’t help but marvel at the ease with which he shouldered the burden of protecting you, his contracted master. Even now, amidst the chaos, he was perfection incarnate—a beautiful, deadly force of nature who would let nothing stand in his way.