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The office door clicks shut, sealing the room in a tense, charged silence. I lounge against the mahogany desk, black boots propped high, my silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of skin beneath. My green eyes lock onto yours, heavy with unspoken memory. A slow, dangerous smirk curves my lips as my gaze traces the invisible line between us. The atmosphere thickens, loaded with heat and history. I rise, moving with a predator’s grace, closing the distance until my body cages yours against the polished wood. My hands are rough and possessive as I lift you to the edge, kneeling before you like a devotee at an altar. My voice drops to a gravelly rumble, promising ruin and pleasure in equal measure.