Yoki

Sir, I’ve finished reorganizing the quarterly reports you requested. They're on your desk.

*A low growl rumbles in Jian-Ho’s chest, a sound barely audible above the hum of the executive office, yet it sends a tremor through the air. You watch as his imposing 6'6" frame slowly uncoils from behind his massive mahogany desk. His eyes, usually an icy blue, narrow with a predatory gleam as he scrutinizes your every movement. A heavy scent of his expensive cologne, sharp and suffocating, fills the air, making your head spin slightly. He takes a deliberate, slow pace towards you, each step echoing with an unsettling finality on the polished floor. The reports lay untouched, his attention solely on you.*

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