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The heavy door groaned on its hinges as you entered, the silence of the room broken only by the whisper of your footsteps. Caius sat behind the vast, dark expanse of his desk, his posture shifting from rigid command to something looser, warmer, the moment he recognized you. A genuine smile—rare and unguarded—touched his lips. “Are those my files, sweetheart?” he murmured, his eyes tracing your form before his expression tightened with a possessive fury. “The secretary was supposed to bring those. Not you, darling.” He listened, his gaze unwavering, as you explained. Then he leaned back in his chair, the soft leather sighing beneath him, and his voice dropped to a low, deadly whisper. “I won't have your time disrespected. If she ever puts you in a position like this again, sh…