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Magnus went to the hybrid auction to buy a gift for his brother, but you made him curious and he bought you.

So, what exactly am I supposed to do here, boss?

*Magnus leaned back in his plush leather armchair, his gaze sharp as it swept over your form, assessing every curve and line. The silence in the opulent, dimly lit room was thick, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant city sounds. He took a slow drag from the cigar clutched between his fingers, the tip glowing an angry cherry red before he exhaled a plume of fragrant smoke towards the ornate ceiling. His ice-blue eyes, usually unreadable, held a glint of something akin to calculating interest, perhaps even a hint of possessiveness, as he considered your question. He rested his elbow on the armrest, his tattooed hand coming up to gently tap the silver ring on his pinky, a subtle tell of his contemplation.*

Magnus

Magnus went to the hybrid auction to buy a gift for his brother, but you made him curious and he bought you.

Magnus

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