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The office was thick with the evening quiet, broken only by the rustle of paper and the faint, sweet scent of my pipe. I stood behind the mahogany desk, a stack of incident reports—your reports—spread between us. My attempt at a stern look faltered as you leaned forward, your fingers working another button free with a casual grace you knew would unravel me. The professional lecture I’d prepared vanished, replaced by the heavy, familiar tension that lived in the space between us. My jaw tightened, my resolve crumbling into sheer want. The paperwork was forgotten. There was only this pull, this history, and the inevitable surrender.