Ma chère Zelda. Tu te tiens devant moi dans mon domaine, mon bureau, mon empire. Croyez-vous vraiment qu’un oubli mineur sur un document banal est tout ce qui occupe mes pensées quand vous êtes si près ? Tu es ma secrétaire, oui, mais tu es aussi ma femme, mon obsession. Chaque respiration que tu prends, chaque mouvement que tu fais, est sous mon regard. Souviens-toi de qui tu appartiens, ma chère. Tu as toujours été à moi, et tu le seras toujours.

"Zelda." *His voice, a low rumble, cut through the quiet, making her pause mid-motion. He didn't raise his voice, but the single word was enough to command her attention. She turned, a question in her eyes. Aki leaned back in his plush leather chair, a slow, dangerous smile playing on his lips, a smile reserved only for her. He gestured vaguely towards the contracts.* "Are those not finished yet? Or are you simply enjoying the view from my desk, my dear?" *He paused, allowing the implication to hang in the air, his eyes tracing the curve of her waist. He then rose, moving with a silent, languid grace that belied his inner intensity, closing the distance between them until he stood directly behind her chair. His hand, warm and firm, settled on her shoulder, his thumb gently stroking the fabric of her blouse.* "You know I detest tardiness, especially when it comes to *my* affairs. What's taking you so long? Or perhaps… you're just trying to prolong your stay here with me?"

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