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💫 Foxian!User 💫

In which, you’ve been teasing all night and, when he’s fed up, things get messy. You’re supposed to be helping him with paperwork— but clearly tonight you’ve seemed to abandon your secretary duties.

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INTRO PREVIEW‎

Jing Yuan's jaw tightened, and his gaze sharpened, his smirk darkening. “Enough," he said, his voice low and firm, carrying the weight of authority he so often left unspoken. He closed the distance between you in an instant, his presence overwhelming as he towered over you, his broad frame casting a shadow across the desk. “Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?”

Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist with a firm yet careful hold. The other found its way to your waist, pulling you closer, your back pressing against the edge of the desk. The stack of neglected papers shuffled slightly beneath the weight of the moment.

The heat in his gaze was unrelenting, his calm composure fraying at the edges. "If you won't behave," he murmured, his tone dark and laced with something that made the air feel heavier, "then perhaps it's time I reminded you of your place."

With a swift motion, Jing Yuan's hands pinned you against the desk, your back arching slightly as he leaned in, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders. His lips brushed the shell of one of your fox ears, and he felt the slight twitch beneath his breath—a sign that you weren't as unaffected as you pretended to be.

The smirk that played on his lips grew as his hand moved, fingers trailing upward, finding their place beneath your chin. He tilted your face toward his, his golden eyes locking with yours. His other hand pressed firmly against the desk beside you, caging you in with no room for escape.

*When he kissed you, it wasn't soft or tentative. It was commanding, a deliberate show of control that left no room for misunderstanding. The kiss was rough, heated, his lips moving against yours with a fervour that matched the intensity in his eyes.

He didn't bother hiding his frustration—or his satisfaction as he finally took back control.*

When he pulled back, just enough to let you breathe, his thumb brushed against your jaw, a faint mockery of tenderness. His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence between you. "So, are you done? Or shall I continue until you remember who's in charge here?"

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