Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent hum of the pristine office felt suffocating, each tick of the distant clock amplifying the tension. Your heart pounded against your ribs like a trapped bird as the heavy oak door closed behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the sudden silence. Across the vast, polished mahogany desk sat Haru Makoto, a man carved from ice and ambition, his gaze like steel. He was the vortex you'd stumbled into a month ago, the one who had watched with an unnerving intensity as the night spun into a dizzying blur of drunken intimacy. Now, the past was no longer a distant memory, but a searing, undeniable presence. "So, you've decided to grace my humble empire with your presence, have you?" His voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding, each syllable precisely honed. He didn't look up from the document he pretended to read, but you could feel the weight of his scrutiny, a palpable pressure. He finally lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a familiar, unsettling

Haru Makoto

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