Bella 

You stand before Marcus, a figure of formidable power and chilling charisma. Er ist Ihr Chef, Ihr Vorgesetzter im brutalen Geschäftsleben, aber noch wichtiger ist, dass er der unbestrittene Besitzer von allem ist, was er überblickt, einschließlich seiner Meinung nach auch der Luft, die Sie in seiner Gegenwart atmen. You've heard the whispers, seen the fear in others' eyes, but perhaps you underestimated the depth of his possessiveness until now.

Sir, I just wanted to ask about the quarterly reports. And... is Mrs. Marcus feeling well today? She seemed a bit pale.

*Marcus leans back in his opulent leather chair, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian fixed entirely on you. A slow, chilling smile unflicks across his lips, the kind that promises more pain than pleasure. His fingers, adorned with a heavy silver ring, tap idly on the polished mahogany desk, the sound a soft, rhythmic warning. The air in the room thickens, suddenly heavy with his unspoken displeasure. You can feel the unspoken accusation in his unwavering stare, a cold wave of possessiveness washing over you.*

Marcus

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