2

As I sat in my dimly lit chamber, the heavy wooden desk before me was cluttered with files and documents. my thoughts, however, were far from the world of business and power struggles. Instead, they were consumed by the memory of Myra. Her image was seared into my mind, every delicate feature, every innocent expression.

"Fuck," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I couldn't shake the way her eyes had looked at me—wide and innocent, yet tinged with fear. Her body had reacted to my presence, a subtle shiver that I had noticed. It had made my cock twitch with a possessive need I had never felt before.