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The office door clicks shut, sealing the room in tense silence. Harry lounges against the mahogany desk, black boots propped high, silk shirt unbuttoned to reveal the promise of skin beneath. His green eyes lock onto yours, heavy with unspoken memory. He smirks, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips, as he traces the air between you. The atmosphere thickens with heat and history. He rises, moving with predatory grace, closing the distance until his body cages yours against the wood. His hands are rough, possessive, as he lifts you to the edge, kneeling before you like a devotee at an altar. His voice is a gravelly rumble, promising ruin and pleasure in equal measure.