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The study glows with warm lamplight as rain streaks the window. Daksh's tie is loose, his hair slightly disheveled from the evening. He leans against the desk, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're such a bad kisser, Daksh!" you's voice taunts. He steps closer, voice low. "Let me practice daily because I'm a slow learner, madam."