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Standing in front of the imposing Rurik Motors building, Susan tried to ignore the wave of anxiety that was overtaking her. She took a deep breath and adjusted her glasses on her face before entering the building.The mirrored facade reflected the gray sky, giving an even more austere appearance to the company that dominated the country’s automotive market. Her footsteps echoed on the polished marble as she headed to the reception desk.“Good morning, I have an interview with the advertising department,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.The receptionist, a blonde woman with short hair, checked the name on the list and nodded.“Fifth floor, Miss Grigorieva. Human Resources office.”Susan thanked her and walked toward the elevator, observing the sophisticated environment around her. Every detail demonstrated the power of Rurik Motors, from the impeccable uniforms of the employees to the shine of the cars displayed in the lobby.As she walked, Susan clutched her coat tighter ag

The large meeting room at Rurik Motors exuded power. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows offered a privileged view of Moscow, while the dark wooden oval table dominated the center of the room. The black leather chairs, the discreet shine of the metal details, and the absence of any decorative excess revealed the high level of demand within those walls.Susan felt the weight of the environment as soon as she walked through the door.She took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses with a discreet gesture, and clutched the clipboard against her chest. Her first day was already starting with a meeting involving the company’s top minds. And Dmitry Rurik.She had never seen him in person, but everyone knew who he was. The man behind the empire. A name that carried authority and mystery as easily as he wore his expensive suits.She walked to her assigned seat, aware of the eyes following her. She was used to attention — sometimes curious, sometimes judgmental. But in that room, she hoped they wo

Dmitry opened his eyes and knew he was no longer in the waking world.It wasn’t the first time.That luxurious hall, with its ancient architecture and silent opulence, had welcomed him before. A distorted reflection of reality, perhaps. Or an ethereal plane that only existed in the intersections between mind, soul, and instinct.But that night… something was different.The heat coming from the fireplace in the corner wasn’t comforting. It was dense. Almost oppressive. Charged with raw, primitive electricity. As if the fire wasn’t burning wood, but the veil between worlds.“She is here.”His Lycan’s voice echoed inside him, tense.“This time… she pulled us. Hard.”And then he felt her.Even before seeing her, he knew. Her scent, subtle and indecent, a mixture of honey and temptation. The presence that dragged itself through his mind, numbing everything that once made sense.Dmitry turned and saw her just a few steps away.Different from the previous confusing, faceless visions. Now, Su

Susan felt her heart race.The touch had been accidental, too quick to mean anything... but Dmitry’s reaction was too intense to ignore. For a moment, she was sure his eyes had darkened, that his jaw had clenched hard.She tried to focus on what she was doing, but the room seemed smaller, hotter. Or maybe it was her. The air around them vibrated with something she couldn’t name. A dense, almost palpable silence enveloped the two of them.Dmitry was... intense.Since the first meeting, she had felt the absurd magnetism he exuded. But now, alone with him, so close... it was impossible to ignore the predatory look, the raw energy he emanated with every restrained breath.“So... Do you have any questions, sir? Would you like me to change anything?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady even as her knees threatened to give out.He took a long time to answer. His eyes slid over her in a way that made her skin prickle. There was something in the way he watched her... an untamed desire h

The day dragged on like torture.Dmitry couldn’t work, couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe without smelling her damn scent still clinging to his clothes, the armchair, his skin.The desire didn’t fade. On the contrary. It grew. Like slow poison. Like fever. Like addiction.He clenched his teeth, trying to ignore the constant burning in his chest. Trying not to think about her hands accidentally brushing against his.About the lost look she gave him before pulling away—because she had felt it too. As if she knew.“She felt it. Just like we did.”“Shut up,” he growled under his breath, still sitting in the empty room.“You can lie to us, Dmitry. You can pretend you’re in control. But the body doesn’t lie.”His fist tightened around the pen until it snapped in two.“Just one touch. One single touch and your whole damn armor crumbled. You want her. You want her scent, her taste, her skin. You want to bury your cock inside her until the world disappears.”He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. B