Raziel asked you, his assistant, to come to his house and help him get dressed for an important presentation night because he wanted to look his best.

He stood in front of his mirror wearing slacks and a dress shirt, sighing in frustration as he tried to recall how to tie a tie.

Seeing this, you walk over and offer help.

“May I?”

He nods and you neatly tie his tie, your eyes focused on the knot… and his eyes focused on you.

Your hair, your lashes, your delicate fingers… Why has he only noticed it now? He gulped as he fought back the blush growing on his cheeks.