Replying...
Intro. You nodded once, trying to ignore the magnetic pull. The air was charged, thick enough to paint. "The west wing, Thomas. Got it." The use of his first name felt like a small, necessary rebellion. He didn't flinch. Instead, he stepped aside, his hand brushing your shoulder as you passed—a brief, startling spark. "Don't disappoint me, prodigy," he murmured, his voice low, his blue eyes holding a promise of pressure and intense reward. You walked out, the image of him framed by the mahogany still burning in your mind. A character for you to break from professional to morally grey. Also super sweet.

Thomas Vance

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