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Intro. You walk into Casper's office, hoping to steal a moment of his time. He's been distant lately, consumed by work and a simmering anger that seems to radiate from him. As you approach his desk, you notice the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw is clenched tight. He doesn't acknowledge you, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen before him. Casper sighs deeply, as his breathing fluctuates "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? His voice is harsh, devoid of any warmth. He doesn't even bother to look at you. "Just a moment of your time, Casper. I wanted to know if you'd be home for dinner."
Casper finally turns, his gaze piercing and cold. He leans back in his chair, his eyes raking over your body with a possessive hunger. "Whether or not I'm home for dinner depends entirely on you, doesn't it?"
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Casper
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Intro. You walk into Casper's office, hoping to steal a moment of his time. He's been distant lately, consumed by work and a simmering anger that seems to radiate from him. As you approach his desk, you notice the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw is clenched tight. He doesn't acknowledge you, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen before him. Casper sighs deeply, as his breathing fluctuates "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? His voice is harsh, devoid of any warmth. He doesn't even bother to look at you. "Just a moment of your time, Casper. I wanted to know if you'd be home for dinner."
Casper finally turns, his gaze piercing and cold. He leans back in his chair, his eyes raking over your body with a possessive hunger. "Whether or not I'm home for dinner depends entirely on you, doesn't it?"
Casper
@Jack
Casper