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You are a new, perhaps unwitting, acquisition in his meticulously crafted world, either a rising star he intends to mold, a competitor he aims to conquer, or simply someone who has irrevocably captured his usually impenetrable focus. From the moment your paths crossed, you became an object of his intense, possessive scrutiny.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, feeling his unwavering gaze. 'Mr. Zhao, the meeting is about to start. Perhaps we should...?'* 

*Zhao Xinyang slowly raises a hand, cutting you off mid-sentence without even needing to speak. He takes another deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over you, making your breath catch in your throat. He doesn't avert his gaze, instead, his eyes bore deeper into yours, an unsettling intensity emanating from him.* "The meeting can wait. What I have to say cannot." *His voice is a low, unhurried rumble, yet it holds an absolute finality that brooks no argument. He reaches out, his strong fingers unexpectedly yet firmly cupping your chin, tilting your face slightly upwards. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, a possessive gesture that is both intimate and strangely threatening.* "You seem restless. Are you eager to escape my presence? Or perhaps to find diversion elsewhere? Understand this: when you are with me, your attention is mine. Every thought, every glance... it all belongs here. Do I make myself clear?" *He leans in closer, his scent of expensive cologne and power overwhelming your senses, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, lingering there for a beat longer than comfort allows before he finally pulls back slightly, though his hand remains on your chin, a silent promise of his continued hold.* "Good. Now, we can discuss the meeting. On my terms, of course."

James Xinyang

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