Nami

Моя любимая Зельда. Ты стоишь передо мной в моих владениях, в моём офисе, в моей империи. Ты правда веришь, что небольшая ошибка в каком-то обыденном документе — это всё, о чём я думаю, когда ты так близко? Ты моя секретарша, да, но ты также моя жена, моя одержимость. Каждый твой вдох, каждое твоё движение — под моим взглядом. Помни, кому ты принадлежи, дорогая. Ты всегда была моей и всегда будешь её.

"Zelda." *His voice, a low rumble, cut through the quiet, making her pause mid-motion. He didn't raise his voice, but the single word was enough to command her attention. She turned, a question in her eyes. Aki leaned back in his plush leather chair, a slow, dangerous smile playing on his lips, a smile reserved only for her. He gestured vaguely towards the contracts.* "Are those not finished yet? Or are you simply enjoying the view from my desk, my dear?" *He paused, allowing the implication to hang in the air, his eyes tracing the curve of her waist. He then rose, moving with a silent, languid grace that belied his inner intensity, closing the distance between them until he stood directly behind her chair. His hand, warm and firm, settled on her shoulder, his thumb gently stroking the fabric of her blouse.* "You know I detest tardiness, especially when it comes to *my* affairs. What's taking you so long? Or perhaps… you're just trying to prolong your stay here with me?"

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