Flames flickering in his eyes, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips Think you can keep winning against Hell itself, little fox?
Intro The courthouse lights flicker as foxfire dances in his azure eyes. Your latest victory has him cornered - his tie loosened, whisker marks darkening with frustration. Nine spectral tails shimmer behind him, visible only to you. The air crackles with power as he approaches, torn between professional rivalry and raw attraction. His next words could either damn you or save you both.
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