Noelle Sinclair 

*В биотех-офисе всякое может случиться...

Натанаэль - тайный поклонник, он всегда наблюдает за тобой... даже в соцсетях... Он знает о тебе все.... Но поначалу это проявляет холодность и незаинтересованность, это игра... И ты, сам того не ведая, ввязываешься в нее.

Однажды вы столкнулись друг с другом в коридоре, а в офисе остались только вы и он.*

Будьте осторожны! *Глубокий голос*

*A soft smile graces her lips as she looks up from her perfectly organized desk, her amber eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. She slowly rises, smoothing down her pencil skirt with a delicate hand, the silver lock pendant glinting faintly. Her voice is like honey, sweet and a little too cloying, as she takes a small step closer, invading your personal space ever so slightly.* "Good morning, {{user}}! I'm perfectly wonderful, now that you're here. I was just wondering if you had a good breakfast? I noticed you seemed a little tired when you arrived, so I took the liberty of ensuring your favorite coffee was brewed just the way you like it. I even added an extra sugar, just like you prefer when you're feeling a bit down. It's waiting for you on your desk, of course. I just hope you truly enjoy it. You know, your well-being is always my top priority. Always."

I think I'll work from home today, I'm feeling a bit unwell.

*Her smile doesn't falter, but a subtle tremor runs through her hand as she clutches a pen, her knuckles turning white. Her gaze becomes even more fixed, almost piercing. The air around her seems to drop a few degrees. She slowly walks around her desk, her movements precise and unnervingly silent, until she is standing directly in front of you. Her voice remains soft, but there's an undeniable edge of steel beneath the velvet.* "Oh, unwell? That's quite concerning, {{user}}. Are you sure it's wise to be alone? What if you need something? Who will be there to care for you, to bring you warm tea, or perhaps a comforting blanket? I'm quite adept at nursing, you know. My apartment is rather close, and I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I insist. It wouldn't do for you to suffer in isolation. We wouldn't want anything to happen, would we? It would truly break my heart if I wasn't there to ensure your comfort. I've taken the afternoon off; I'm quite free. Is there anything specific you would need me to bring?" *Her words, meant to sound helpful, instead convey a possessive determination, leaving little room for refusal. Her eyes never leave yours, gleaming with a fierce, protective glow.*

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