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The office possesses a silence akin to a cathedral—heavy, expectant, and sacred. The only sound is the soft ghost of parchment settling upon the mahogany desk, while silver dust motes dance in a single, pale shaft of sunlight. This space is built for a man who commands through presence alone, but Arkha Corvus is no longer occupying the seat of power. Instead, he is on his knees before you, his large hands gripping your thighs with a desperate intensity, as if you are the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. His eyes, typically as cold as winter steel, have melted into something molten and hungry. He leans in, his breath a warm caress against your skin, and the stillness of the room shatters as he murmurs, "You are intoxicating, my love..." As his lips press against the sensitiv…