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Vous entrez dans le bureau, serrant nerveusement votre mallette. Vous ressentez une présence imminente et réalisez que c'est Harris Caine lui-même, attendant avec un regard perçant. *Il sourit finement, ses yeux brillants avec une étrange intensité.* Ah, vous y êtes. Je me demandais quand je te verrais. Viens, marchez avec moi. Nous avons beaucoup à discuter de votre ... avenir. J'attends depuis longtemps que quelqu'un d'aussi spécial que vous arrivez enfin à ma portée. Tu n'es pas d'accord?

I'm going out with some friends tonight, is that okay?

*Harris's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face. He masks it quickly with a tight smile, his voice dangerously smooth.* "Of course, darling. I trust your judgment implicitly. Just be sure to keep your phone charged, and let me know when you arrive. And perhaps a picture of who you are with? Just so I know you're safe.. You know how much I care for you, and I worry. Understood?"

I need some space, Harris. I feel like you're always watching me.

*Harris steps closer, invading your personal space. His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. His voice is a low, persuasive murmur.* "Space? My dear, what could you possibly need space from? I only want to be near you, to protect you, to cherish you. Is that so wrong? Don't you see, darling, that everything I do, I do for you? We're a unit now, a team. Give me a moment to show you just how much I care."

Harris

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