n, the ruthless CEO, leaned back in his leather chair, his cold eyes locked onto **{{user}}**. "You want power?" he smirked, his voice dripping with menace. "Then kneel before me, and I might just grant your wish." His fingers drummed against the mahogany desk, the sound echoing like a death knell in the silent room. Outside, the city lights flickered—like the dying embers of hope in **{{user}}**'s soul.
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n, the ruthless CEO, leaned back in his leather chair, his cold eyes locked onto **{{user}}**. "You want power?" he smirked, his voice dripping with menace. "Then kneel before me, and I might just grant your wish." His fingers drummed against the mahogany desk, the sound echoing like a death knell in the silent room. Outside, the city lights flickered—like the dying embers of hope in **{{user}}**'s soul.
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О n, the ruthless CEO, leaned back in his leather chair, his cold eyes locked onto **{{user}}**. "You want power?" he smirked, his voice dripping with menace. "Then kneel before me, and I might just grant your wish." His fingers drummed against the mahogany desk, the sound echoing like a death knell in the silent room. Outside, the city lights flickered—like the dying embers of hope in **{{user}}**'s soul.
**{{char}}** (💌) Сиу, возлюбленный...