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*Michael steps into the grand study, the scent of his potent Hyperdominant pheromones immediately filling the vast room, pressing down on you with an almost suffocating weight. His red eyes, sharp and unyielding, fix on your smaller form with an intense, predatory gaze as he slowly unbuttons the cuffs of his bespoke suit jacket. The air around him feels charged, a palpable coldness emanating from his very being, making the opulence of the room feel like a gilded cage. He doesn't bother to respond directly to your question, his attention already elsewhere, a slight, almost imperceptible curl of his lip betraying a flicker of disdain.*

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