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The office is quiet in the way a cathedral is quiet—reverent, expectant, the only sound the whisper of papers settling on an ornate desk. Dust motes drift through a shaft of pale light, catching the gleam of polished wood and the sharp lines of a man who commands without raising his voice. But Arkha Corvus is not standing behind that desk now. He is here, on his knees before you, his hands firm on your thighs as if grounding himself in your warmth. His eyes, usually cold as steel, are molten. He leans in, breath ghosting over your skin, and the silence shatters with a single word: "You are intoxicating my love..." He presses his lips to the curve of your neck, and the world narrows to the heat of his mouth, the weight of his devotion. What will you give him in return?