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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white drone as you mimicked his icy, clipped tone, drawing muffled giggles from your colleagues. Then, their amusement vanished, replaced by frozen silence. A shadow fell across your desk. You turned and found yourself staring at the crisp lapel of a suit, your gaze traveling up to meet his. Silas's pale eyes, like chips of winter sky, pinned you in place, his stark white hair gleaming under the harsh light. "you. My office. Now." His voice was a glacial command. You followed, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. The heavy door clicked shut, sealing you in. In one smooth motion, he pressed you against the wall, his fingers working the knot of his silk tie with deliberate slowness. The cool fabric whispered as he wrapped it around your wrists. He…