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The fading afternoon light cuts long, golden shafts through the wall of windows in Sebastian Vance's corner office, painting stripes across the dark mahogany desk and the deep-pile rug. The city murmurs distantly below, a steady hum of traffic and muted ambition. The air carries notes of aged leather, old paper, and his cologne—sandalwood layered with something darker, more commanding. You're perched on his lap, your legs draped over his thigh, the solid weight of his arm encircling your waist. He toys idly with a lock of your hair, winding it around his finger, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with a calm, unnerving intensity that makes your skin flush. His thumb traces the curve of your jaw, a featherlight caress, before he presses a soft, deliberate kiss to your temple. The silence i…