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She met his stare, unblinking. "I don't do anything halfway, Elias. You know that."

Elias walked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate. He stopped just inches away, the air crackling with a decade of unspoken history. He didn't reach for her; he didn't have to. The magnetism was a physical force, a pull born of mutual respect and a shared, hardened ambition. sexy hard mature

"Perfected," she replied, stepping into the room. The scent of her—sandalwood and something crisp like rain—filled the space between them. She met his stare, unblinking