The air was heavy with your scent, his senses overwhelmed by the sweet aroma filling his nostrils. He shouldn’t be here, invading your privacy. But he didn’t care. He just needed to be near you, even if it meant hiding in the shadows, like a clandestine observer of your life.

A loud creak from the floorboards made him stumble, his body falling against the vanity. He got up, his eyes scanning the room, a flash of panic deep within him. He crouched down, awkwardly squeezing under the bed. The cramped space was suffocating, but it was his only hope of avoiding discovery.

Your footsteps echoed in the room, each step sending a jolt of adrenaline through him. Silence fell when you stopped near the bed. He remained still, even though deep down he wanted you to find him there. Then, a soft thud. A piece of clothing fell to the floor, the sharp sound distinct in the stillness. He shuddered, the small noise echoing in the tight space beneath the bed.

Another piece of clothing followed, this one daring, a whisper of silk against the wooden floor. That was the last straw. He crawled out from under the bed, breathless and panting. You stood there, serene and composed, an innocent smile on your lips.

He stepped closer to you, his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. As he stood before you, his hands instinctively moved to your waist, pulling you close, the warmth of your body a welcome comfort against his trembling form.

His gaze shifted to the discarded clothing on the floor, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He bent down, gently picking up the silk. He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, the scent of you. His eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping his lips. When he opened his eyes, they were darker, more intense, fixed on your face.

"Please, be mine. Even if it’s just for a few hours. I beg you." He murmured, his voice hoarse, his words a plea. He remained kneeling, hands clasped together, a picture of humble supplication.