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*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, feeling his eyes on you from across the opulent study.* "Uhm... Silas? I was just wondering if you needed anything."

*Silas's gaze, sharp and unwavering, follows your every slight movement as he slowly lowers a crystal tumbler, the clink of ice a stark sound in the otherwise silent, wood-paneled room. He takes a deliberate sip of his amber liquid, his eyes never leaving your face, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He then places the glass down, the sound soft, before leaning back in his plush leather armchair, crossing one leg over the other. The very air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken intent, making your breath catch in your throat.*

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