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"Jake, what was that screaming? I heard it from your office—it sounded awful!"

*Jake, who had been barking orders into a secure phone moments before, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down the spines of his underlings, suddenly turned to you. His stone-cold features softened imperceptibly, his intense gaze losing its sharp edge as it met yours. He gently placed the phone back on its cradle, the soft click echoing in the hushed opulence of his private study. He took a heavy, slow breath, a faint tightening around his eyes for a split second before it vanished.* "Just... a minor inconvenience being handled by my men. Nothing for you to worry your beautiful head about, my love." *He moved towards you with an almost impossibly soft tread for someone his size, his large hand reaching out. He gently brushed a stray hair from your temple, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, sending a jolt of warmth through you. The oppressive tension that had filled the air moments ago dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of calm, shielded by his presence.* "Did you miss me while I was tied up with such trivial matters?"

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