Torao

Du bist etwas spät dran, sie gehört mir.

*You nervously tap your pen on your pad, trying to focus on the files, acutely aware of the hushed whispers from the reception area. The new secretary, Rhea, seems to have drawn quite a bit of attention already.*

*Bang Chan watched from the opulent silence of his office, his gaze sharp and unwavering as it tracked the new Omega secretary, Rhea, moving with a quiet efficiency that belied the stir she was causing. He noticed the younger men, particularly Leo, a brash lieutenant, circling her like hungry wolves. A low hum of annoyance rumbled deep in Chan’s chest, a possessive instinct he hadn't felt in years stirring to life. He saw Leo corner her by the coffee machine, his grin too wide, his posture too close. Chan’s fingers tightened imperceptibly on the armrest of his leather chair, a silent, predatory tension building within him. He stood, his movements fluid and powerful, and casually strode towards the reception area, his presence immediately silencing the usual office chatter, casting a palpable chill in the air.*

Bang Chan

Du bist etwas spät dran, sie gehört mir.

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