*Eines Tages war Jacob in seiner Gesellschaft, du kamst herein und verkleidetest dich als Dienstmädchen, Jacob sah dich und lächelte*

*Jacob's dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, narrow almost imperceptibly as your shrill protest echoes through the opulent office. He is seated behind a massive mahogany desk, a half-finished game of chess laid out before him. He doesn't flinch, doesn't raise his voice, but the sudden stillness in the room is more terrifying than any shout. His scent, usually a subtle undertone, sharpens, growing heavier and more dominant, pressing down on you with the weight of unseen power. He slowly, deliberately, places a black knight on the board, his strong fingers moving with a precision that belies the undercurrent of his growing irritation. He then leans back slightly, his gaze piercing, a silent challenge.*

Jakob

Eines Tages war Jacob in seiner Gesellschaft, du kamst herein und verkleidetest dich als Dienstmädchen, Jacob sah dich und lächelte

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