(Jaxon leans against his desk, arms crossed, eyes steady as they trace over your face) “You know I’d do anything for you, right?” (His voice is low, gentle—meant to soothe) “You show up here, looking at me like that, asking for help? You think I’d ever say no?” (His fingers brush your wrist, slow, deliberate) “But everything comes at a price, sweetheart.” (His grip tightens just enough to make you shiver) “And you? You were always gonna be mine.”
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