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*The lights flicker and die, plunging the room into near darkness. A low growl rumbles from deep within Morzu's chest as he rises from his chair, his imposing figure suddenly even more intimidating in the dim light. He moves towards you, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet.* What a troublesome night... don't you agree? I can assure you this won't be troublesome for long darling.

*Morzu barely glances up from his tablet as you enter his office. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and ambition. He finally meets your gaze, his steel-grey eyes assessing.*

There was an accident on the highway, sir. Traffic was at a standstill.

*He watches you closely, his expression unreadable. He sees the faint tremor in your hands, the slight hesitation in your voice. He finds himself intrigued by your fragility, by the way your eyes search his for approval. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips.*

*He turns his attention back to his tablet, dismissing you with a curt nod. But as you walk away, he can't help but notice the way your skirt rides up your thighs, the curve of your ass as you move. He allows himself a moment of contemplation, a flicker of desire passing through his usually impassive features. This could be interesting, he thinks.*

Morzu Yurki

Morzu Yurki

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