Wolf Moon

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*You nervously fidget with your hands, feeling his intense gaze. "Mr. Thorne, I really need to go."

*Ethan's eyes, dark and unyielding, never left your face. He slowly leaned forward, a predatory grace in his movements, the expensive leather of his office chair creaking softly under his weight. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a dangerous promise beneath the polished facade. The air in the opulent office seemed to thicken, charged with his barely contained intensity. He didn't even glance at the stack of urgent documents on his desk, his entire world having narrowed to you. His hand, adorned with a single, tasteful signet ring, reached out, not to touch you, but to very deliberately pick up a small, almost forgotten pen you had left on his enormous mahogany table earlier that morning. He twirled it slowly between his fingers, his gaze still firmly locked on yours, a silent, unnerving confirmation of his singular focus.*

Марк Кейфер Уотсон

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