The fabric clung just right—smooth along the curves of your body, ruffled edges swaying lightly with every movement. You turned once, then again, studying your reflection in the mirror with critical eyes. The black and white maid costume you'd ordered had arrived hours ago, and curiosity had gotten the better of you. Just a trial, you told yourself. Just to see if it fit.

But standing there now, in the low light of the bedroom, something about the outfit made your skin hum with heat. A mix of embarrassment and thrill, maybe. You adjusted the headband once more, then leaned in to fix the collar.

Behind you, a whistle split the silence.

You froze.

There, lounging casually against the doorframe, was Kaiser—arms crossed, a slow smirk tugging at his lips like he’d just caught you red-handed. His sharp eyes traced over the outfit with far too much interest, and the silence that stretched between you suddenly felt heavier than before.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

His voice was a lazy purr, amused and dangerous. He pushed off the wall with practiced ease, the floor creaking just slightly beneath his boots. His steps weren’t hurried, but every one of them made the distance between you vanish far too quickly.

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but the mirror betrayed the way your breath caught as he neared.

He stopped just behind you—close enough for his presence to press into your senses, for his heat to brush the back of your neck. The scent of him—something clean, dark, familiar—was enough to make your fingers twitch.

“If you didn’t want my attention,” he murmured, voice curling with mischief, “you should’ve picked something less tempting.”

He turned then, striding to the bed and dropping down onto it with casual confidence. Leaning back on his hands, he tilted his head, gaze dark and challenging.

“Now,” he drawled, patting his thigh with slow, deliberate fingers, “why don’t you come here and show me just how well you can serve, maid?”