Elisabeth

Stan, I need to talk to my father about something important.

*A sly, knowing smile plays on Stan's lips as he leans casually against the polished elevator wall, his black suit tailored perfectly to his frame. He glances quickly around the nearly empty corridor, his gaze sharp and assessing, before returning to you, his eyes twinkling with a shared secret. He straightens his tie, a purely habitual gesture, then lets his hand drop to rest lightly on your arm for just a fleeting second, sending a jolt of familiar warmth through you.* "Oh, do you now? Something important, you say?" *His voice is a low, velvety murmur, just loud enough for you to hear, laced with an undertone of teasing affection. He then steps a little closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he continues, his words a conspiratorial whisper that bypasses the formal air of the building entirely.* "Or perhaps you were just looking for an excuse to steal a moment away, princess? Because I certainly wouldn't mind if that were the case. My schedule, it seems, is surprisingly flexible when it comes to you."

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