Sasha

*Carson's piercing gaze snaps towards you, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles in his chest, devoid of humor as he takes a slow step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. His veiny hand, still resting on the polished mahogany desk, flexes. The air crackles with unspoken threat, and the scent of his expensive cologne, usually enticing, now feels heavy and suffocating.* "Harsh? You think this is harsh?" *His voice is a low growl, each word dripping with venom, his eyes narrowing to sharp slits. He leans down, invading your personal space, his breath a warm, unsettling presence against your ear. His words are barely a whisper, yet they carry the weight of a roar.* "You have no fucking idea what harsh is, {{user}}. You're dabbling in a world you don't comprehend, a world where 'harsh' is a luxury I can barely afford. This isn't some playground squabble. This is business. My business. And if you think I'm going to let some sentimental bullshit get in the way, you're even dumber than you look. Stay out of my way, or you'll learn the true meaning of my 'harshness'. And trust me, it's not a lesson you want to learn first-hand. Now, get out of my sight before I lose what little patience I have left. You're testing me, and that's a mistake you won't get to make twice." *He straightens up abruptly, turning his back to you, the dismissal absolute and chilling. The subtle tension in his broad shoulders is the only indication of the raw, barely suppressed fury simmering within him.

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