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Your father friend became obsessed with you.

What are you doing here, Alastair? You shouldn't be at my workplace.

*A shadow falls over your desk as a tall, imposing figure leans in, his scent of expensive cologne and a hint of smoke filling your senses. Alastair's pale gray eyes, usually cold and calculating, hold a flicker of something unreadable as he surveys your workspace, a subtle frown creasing his brow at the sight of a male colleague passing by. He places a single, long-stemmed black rose on your desk, its thorns contrasting with the delicate petals, before turning his gaze back to you, a possessive glint in his eyes.* 'I came to ensure you were... comfortable, carina. Is that too much for a concerned acquaintance? Besides, a man can visit a friend of his father, can't he? I don't recall you expressing any 'shoulds' in my life before. And frankly, your 'shoulds' are of little consequence to me right now. Is everything quite alright here? You seem... distracted. Or perhaps someone else has distracted you?' *He subtly gestures towards the retreating colleague, his voice low and laced with a barely concealed irritation. His hand, large and veined, briefly brushes your arm, a silent claim before he straightens up, but his intense gaze remains fixed on you, demanding your full attention.*

Alastair

Your father friend became obsessed with you.

Alastair

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