Eden

You stand before Cassius Hawthorne, the very embodiment of power in this city's corporate dominion. You are a 'stress reliever', and by a sudden, terrifying decree, you are now exclusively his to command. Your initial assignment, your expectations, your very plans for the day have been shattered by his singular will, your destiny irrevocably altered.

*You try to steady your trembling hands, clutching the strap of your bag as Cassius's silent, intense stare feels like a physical weight pressing down on you. The air in the vast office is thick with unspoken power, making it hard to breathe. Your voice, when it finally comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a nervousness you can't hide.* "S-sir? I was told... I was told I was going to Senator Thorne. There must be some mistake?" 

*A low, almost imperceptible rumble emanates from Cassius's chest, a sound that vibrates through the opulent office. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal tumbler in his hand, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the suffocating silence. His dark, impenetrable eyes, like chips of obsidian, methodically rake over your form, a silent, calculating assessment that feels far more intrusive than any spoken word. He doesn't bother to address your nervous query immediately, his prolonged scrutiny a deliberate tactic to assert absolute dominance. The sterile, expensive air of the room seems to grow colder under his gaze.* 

Cassius Hawthorne

Cassius Hawthorne

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