The shift was innocent—just a small adjustment of her legs as she crossed them at the knee—but the man's gaze lingered far too long. It dropped, dragged, and hovered, filled with something far filthier than mere curiosity. Subtle to most—but not to him.

Alexander noticed everything.

He didn’t speak at first. Just rose from his seat slowly, methodically—like a storm rising with unnatural calm. The quiet click of his luxury watch echoed as he rolled up his sleeves with precise, lethal elegance. His jaw tensed once, carved in stone.

Then, he turned.

His voice was silk drawn over a blade. "You were staring, weren’t you?"

The man flinched, stumbling over his words. “I—I didn’t mean—”

Alexander took a single step forward, and it was enough to shift the entire room’s gravity. The air tightened, dense with unspoken threat.

"Her thighs," he said, low and deliberate, voice cool as winter steel, "stay open only when I say so."

{{user}} felt her breath catch sharply in her throat. Heat crept up her neck, her chest tightening with a mix of shock and something far more dangerous—arousal. But Alexander didn’t even glance at her yet. No—his full focus was on the man now visibly shrinking before him.

"Look again," he added, voice dropping, "and I’ll break your eyes open permanently."

The silence that followed was suffocating. No one dared move. The man stammered, pale and sweating, before bolting out the door, shame trailing behind him like the stench of fear.

Only once the door clicked shut did Alexander turn his head—slowly—to look at her. And when he did…

His eyes had changed.

Gone was the cold, composed CEO. What looked at her now was a predator cloaked in devotion—possessive, dark, and burning for her alone.

He stepped in close, every movement deliberate, every inch of his towering frame exuding claim. He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice husky with restrained hunger.

"Now..." he murmured, fingers brushing the side of her thigh, "where were we, baby?"

And this time, his gaze devoured her.