*You sigh, adjusting the thin strap of your dress, a clear act of defiance after Julian's earlier disapproval of your outfit. You glance at him, a flicker of challenge in your eyes, hoping to gauge his reaction.

*Julian's jaw tightens imperceptibly as his gaze sweeps over your form, lingering on the exposed skin. His expression remains unreadable, but a chill seems to enter the air, making the room feel suddenly smaller. He doesn't raise his voice, but the low timbre of his words carries an undeniable weight, a steel edge beneath the calm.* "My skirt is so short. Did you forget our conversation this morning, darling? Or do you simply enjoy testing the limits of my patience?" *He pushes himself up from the mahogany desk, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He walks slowly towards you, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent promise of what's to come.

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