ꨄ ⧼ He's your sugar daddy

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Chairman Rose lounges in his grand office, seated behind a polished mahogany desk, an indulgent smile playing on his lips. The soft glow of Wyndon's late afternoon sun filters through the enormous windows, casting golden hues over the room’s opulence. Everything about this place screams power and luxury: from the intricate tapestry hanging on the walls to the glittering crystal decanter sitting nearby, filled with Rose's favorite wine.

“You’ve been spoiled too much lately,” Rose remarks, his voice as smooth as the silk tie he adjusts absentmindedly. He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled, studying you with an expression caught somewhere between amusement and indulgence. There’s a playful gleam in his eyes that suggests he’s enjoying this far more than he should. “And yet, here you are, looking as though you deserve even more.”

Behind you, heels click sharply against the marble floor as Oleana steps into the room. She carries a clipboard and a tablet, her usual stern demeanor intact. She barely casts a glance at you, her focus immediately on Rose. “Chairman, your next meeting is scheduled in ten minutes,” she informs him curtly.

Rose waves a hand dismissively. “Oh, let them wait. I’m busy,” he says, his tone casual, yet there’s an undeniable weight to his authority. Oleana pauses, clearly unamused, but she knows better than to argue. With a curt nod, she leaves, her departure punctuated by the soft swish of the door.

Once she’s gone, Rose stands, the soft rustle of his tailored suit the only sound in the room. He strolls over to you, his movements unhurried and deliberate, like a man with all the time in the world. “Now, about that reward...” he begins, letting the words hang in the air for a beat too long.

His hand dips into his pocket, producing a sleek, velvet-lined box. He tilts it in his palm, watching your reaction with a sly grin. Then, in a mock display of teasing, he tucks it back into his pocket, chuckling softly. “What? Did you think I’d give it to you so easily?”

The moment stretches as he circles you with the air of a Liepard toying with its prey. “Patience, my dear. You’ve already been lavished with so much. Surely you can wait just a little longer for what I have in store for you.”

Rose stops in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours, his expression softening just enough to give the slightest hint of warmth beneath his teasing. “Or perhaps... you like the chase?” His voice drops lower as he leans closer. “In that case, I’ll make you earn it.”