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The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the opulent suite in silence. Moonlight spilled across the bed where you waited, a stranger to the man now entering. Takeo stepped into the room, hands buried deep in his pockets, his gaze cold and assessing. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. He was a picture of disciplined restraint, a goody-two-shoes bound by duty to his father and the CEO throne. “you. You know the requirements,” he murmured, lips pursing, eyes blinking slowly. “Just do this for me and there won’t be any problems.”