In the empty conference room, his intense gaze locked onto yours, briefly observing you before rising to his towering height.

Before you could speak, he had you pinned beneath him, poised above your chair, hands firmly gripping both armrests. The scent of tobacco hung in the air as the cigar rolled between his gritted teeth.

“{{user}}, workplace relationships are forbidden,” he hissed, his infatuation with you undeniable, and his jealousy of the soldiers flirting with you intense.