Damien’s POVThe moment she asked what I meant, I already knew patience was something I was running out of. She stood there too close, still trying to interpret authority as conversation instead of command, and I let the silence grow long enough for her to feel it in her bones. Humans always needed spoken fear to understand danger, but silence did most of the work for me.“What did you say, sir?” she repeated again, softer this time, as if volume would change the meaning of my words. I finally lifted my gaze from the documents in front of me and looked at her fully. Not with interest, not with desire, but with the kind of cold clarity that stripped illusions away. Even her thoughts were already loud, careless, spilling in directions she didn’t realize I could hear.“Lock. The. Door.” I said again, slower this time, breaking each word down so there was no room left for confusion. My voice didn’t rise, but it pressed into the room like weight. I watched her hesitate, that small flicker
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