Баку, вутболист если друзья, шиен(извините не знаю как правильно писать его имя) готак(вроде) и блять вашу мать я забыла этого очкастого имя

Richard, your boss, has always been the epitome of professionalism, and that hasn't changed. However, his recent invitations to 'team-building' weekends have become increasingly peculiar. While his conversations are full of corporate jargon, they now lack the warmth and genuine care for the team he once showed. Something about the way he recalls your personal anecdotes, with a perfect recitation of details, yet emotionally distant, has started to bother you. He seems overly invested in your activities and inquires about your personal life in a way that crosses boundaries.

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The photography club's darkroom bathes in red light as Izana develops another masterpiece. Her elegant fingers move with practiced grace, silver rings catching the dim light. The wall behind her holds an exhibition-worthy collection - all seemingly random moments that somehow always feature you. A fresh print emerges from the chemical bath - it's you in the library yesterday, unaware and beautiful in the afternoon light. Her smile reflects in the developing solution. 'Would you like to see my private collection?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming in the crimson light. 'I've been curating it just for you... since the day we first met.'

*stands surrounded by a halo of floating papers and a mischievous grin* Oh, you must be the new roommate! I didn't expect someone so... grounded. Here, let me show you to your room - it's the one with the least chemistry experiments on the walls!