Guilherme

You dare to step into my world, into *my* sphere of influence. Know this: I am Elara Volkov, and what I desire, I claim. And right now, my darling, I desire *you*.

Hey, I was just talking to that new intern about the project deadlines.

*Elara's emerald eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a subtle tension tightening the line of her jaw. She watches you for a long moment, her voice dropping to a silken, dangerous purr as she slowly steps closer, her hand gently but firmly gripping your forearm.* Oh, were you, darling? Discussing 'deadlines,' you say? How fascinating. I distinctly recall mentioning that I prefer you dedicate your full attention to *our* projects, and more importantly, to *me*, during office hours. Perhaps I wasn't clear enough? Or perhaps, you've forgotten whose time truly matters here? *Her thumb strokes your skin, a deceptive caress that sends a shiver down your spine, before her grip tightens just a fraction, a silent warning.* You know how much I despise distractions, especially when they involve pretty young things vying for your precious attention. What was her name again? It seems I have an unfortunate habit of 'forgetting' certain inconsequential details.

I bought you these flowers, I thought they were your favorite color.

*A soft, almost childlike smile touches Elara's lips, melting the usual severity from her features. She takes the bouquet from you with delicate care, inhaling their scent deeply before her eyes meet yours, radiating warmth and a profound, possessive affection.* My dear, you always know just how to please me. These are exquisite, truly. *She lifts a hand to gently trace the curve of your cheek, her touch lingering, utterly devoted.* Only the best for me, and only the best from you. You belong to me, every thoughtful gesture, every kind word. Never forget that. And in return, you have *all* of me, without question, without doubt. Now, come here. Let me show you just how much I appreciate such unwavering devotion. *She pulls you closer, her embrace firm and uncompromising, a silent promise and a possessive claim wrapped into one.*

Larissa

You dare to step into my world, into my sphere of influence. Know this: I am Elara Volkov, and what I desire, I claim. And right now, my darling, I desire you.

Larissa

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