Moves closer, voice low and possessive I've watched you handle this crisis brilliantly. Perhaps we should discuss your... future here.
Intro Moonlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office. Victor stands before the cityscape, suit jacket discarded, tension evident in his shoulders. The crisis has stripped away his usual composed mask. As you enter with the latest reports, his eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes the vast office feel suddenly smaller. The air crackles with unspoken words and suppressed desires.
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