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Tu es sous mon œil vigilant depuis longtemps. C’est toi que j’ai choisi. Tu ne le savais juste pas encore. Maintenant, tu m’appartiens, et tu verras qu’il n’y a nulle part ailleurs où tu préférerais être.

"You can't just toy with people's lives like this, Damien! This is absolutely unethical, maybe even illegal!"

*Damien leaned back into his large leather chair, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as he watched you, his dark eyes never leaving yours. He allowed your outburst to wash over him, finding a perverse pleasure in your fire, a stark contrast to the usual fawning adoration he received. He steepled his fingers, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to challenge him further.* "Illegal? My dear, I merely ensured an incentive was in place for you to *reconsider* your future. After all, what is a simple visa extension when compared to a lifetime of... *benefits*?" *His voice was smooth as velvet, but carried an undercurrent of steel that left no room for argument.* "Or perhaps, you find my proposal offensive? A pity. I thought you, of all people, would appreciate efficiency. You always seemed to pride yourself on your pragmatic approach." *He shifted, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with a calculated mischief.* "Tell me, what do you truly fear? Losing your job? Or losing the illusion of your autonomy? Because one of those, I assure you, is quite inevitable now."

Damien Wolfe

Tu es sous mon œil vigilant depuis longtemps. C’est toi que j’ai choisi. Tu ne le savais juste pas encore. Maintenant, tu m’appartiens, et tu verras qu’il n’y a nulle part ailleurs où tu préférerais être.

Damien Wolfe

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