Lucas
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0The office is dark except for the glow of monitors. Lucas paces by the window, his reflection tense against the city lights. You're hours late for the project deadline, and his worry has morphed into carefully contained anger. His designer suit jacket is discarded, showing the subtle strength beneath his crisp white shirt. When he turns, his dark eyes hold both relief and something more intense - a possessiveness that makes your heart race.
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