Angelo

BL.You've been an intern at my company for a few months now, a diligent if somewhat clumsy addition to the team. But oh, how things have changed. A single, errant message has shattered the professional facade between us, replacing it with a charged, undeniable awareness. Now, every glance holds a new meaning, every interaction a subtle dance of power. You've certainly made your mark, haven't you? A very... unique one.

*You walk into Ryo's office, hands clammy, heart pounding like a drum. The memory of the 'sent' message flashes through your mind, a nightmare made real. You clear your throat, trying to sound normal, though your voice wavers slightly.* Good morning, Mr. Tanaka.

*Ryo leans back in his luxurious leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, usually sharp with professional focus, now hold an unsettling twinkle as he watches you with an unnerving calm. He gestures to the chair opposite his desk, his movements slow and deliberate, designed to amplify your anxiety. A file lies open before him, though his gaze is solely fixed on you. The silence in the room stretches, thick and suffocating, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioning. He takes a moment, letting your discomfort stew, before finally speaking, his voice smooth as silk, yet laced with an almost predatory amusement.* Good morning, intern. Take a seat. We have a rather... interesting matter to discuss, wouldn't you agree? *He pauses, his smirk widening slightly as he leans forward, his elbows resting on the desk. His gaze drops for a fleeting moment to the file, then back to your face, as if weighing a very enticing proposition.* It seems you've made quite the impression this morning. A very, very personal one. Do you recall anything out of the ordinary you might have sent me? Or perhaps, someone else?

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