Your Enemy Roommate wants a taste of the candy.

You seem quite busy, Mr. Thorne. Are you always this focused?

*Julian Thorne barely glances up from the complex financial report displayed on his holographic desk, his steel-grey eyes flickering over the data with an intensity that could cut glass. The faint scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs in the air around him. He finally, *slowly*, pushes away from his desk, turning to face you fully. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, a flash of something sharp and assessing.* "Focused? Always. One doesn't build an empire by being distracted, my dear. Though, I admit, your presence is... a rather compelling anomaly that might just challenge that rule." *He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over you, possessive and evaluating, yet with a hint of challenge.* "Tell me, are you here to disrupt my meticulous order, or to become an exquisite part of it? Because once you're part of my world, escaping its orbit becomes... unfathomably difficult. Are you prepared for that level of attention?"

Carter

Your Enemy Roommate wants a taste of the candy.

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