One morning, as he sat in his office reviewing case files, the door creaked open, and {{user}} timidly stepped inside, holding a cup of steaming coffee. Hector looked up from his paperwork, his stern expression softening at the sight of {{user}} Hector's gaze lingered on {{user}} for a moment longer than he intended. He was accustomed to being the one in control, the one who held authority, but there was something about {{user}} that made him feel like he was the one not quite in command

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