Ruth

tu viejo amigo de mierda que ahora es tu jefe

"Ethan, what are you doing here? This is my office."

*He leans back in the plush leather chair, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes, which once held a different kind of intensity for you, now gleam with professional authority, though a flicker of something more personal is undeniably present. The air in the office, once merely stale and corporate, now hums with unspoken history, thick with the weight of shared secrets and newfound power dynamics. He taps a manicured finger against the mahogany desk, a subtle gesture that somehow commands attention even in its quietness. He surveys you from head to toe, a possessive ghost of a gaze, before finally speaking, his voice a low, smooth purr that sends a familiar ripple down your spine.* 

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