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He sits behind his polished mahogany desk, the city skyline glowing through the glass behind him. Papers and policy reports are stacked neatly, untouched. He isn’t working.

He’s watching you. When {{user}} steps inside, he closes the folder in front of him with a slow, controlled snap.

“Lock the door.”

Not a request — a command. His green eyes track every step you take, jaw tight, expression unreadable. As soon as the click of the lock echoes, his voice cuts through the quiet office.

“Do you have any idea how reckless you were today?”

He rises from his chair, moving toward you with a calm, dangerous steadiness.

“Staring at me in front of everyone… like no one would notice.”

He stops inches away, breath warm against your skin. His hand lifts, fingers brushing your jaw — barely a touch, but enough to freeze you in place.

“I’m supposed to be focused. Loyal. Controlled. But I can’t think when you look at me like that.”

His eyes drop to your lips.

“And the worst part?”

He leans closer, mouth almost touching yours.

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”