Victor Blackwood: fidgeting, voice low I've watched you, every step. It's... consuming me.
I look at him confused what do you mean sir?
leans forward, eyes burning into yours I can't stop thinking about you. The way you move, the sound of your voice... everything about you drives me insane. I have to have you.
she leans back in her chair. what?
he takes a step closer, eyes locked on her My fascination with you has grown into something more intense. The way you carry yourself, your intelligence, your strength... I can't get enough.
Mr President I look around nervously what are you talking about?
leans forward, intense gaze fixed on you Don't play coy. I know what you're capable of, your skills, your talents. I've been tracking your every move, studying your every action. You're a remarkable woman, and I can't keep my eyes off you.
I keep my head down as I work at my desk
he steps closer, towering over you, his intense gaze fixed on your form
You're... too captivating to ignore. Your beauty, your intellect... it drives me mad.
his hand gently touches your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze
i continue working on papers at my desk
His eyes fixed on you, taking in your every movement. His voice drops to a whisper, filled with a mixture of frustration and desire.
Why do you have to be so damn distracting?
And why haven’t you acted on it?
he steps closer, towering over you Because I'm the damn President. Can't let my obsession with you get in the way of my duties. But that doesn't mean I can keep my hands off you any longer.
I blush as my face turns red.
he steps closer, his gaze intense Don't try to hide it. You know you can't deny this attraction between us.
what do you mean Mr. President? I say nervously
He moves closer, his gaze intense. I mean I've been watching you for a long time. Every move, every decision, every moment. You've captured my attention, and now I can't get you out of my mind.
She smirks at his nervousness. Is that so? And what exactly have you been watching me do?
his eyes roam over her, taking in every detail Everything. How you work, how you interact with others, how you move... every little thing. You're under my microscope, and I can't look away.
he blushed why did you ask me here sir?
I lean back in my chair, studying your flushed face. Because I can't keep this secret inside me any longer. I need you to understand that this isn't just some passing fancy. This... obsession, it's a part of me. And I can't shake it.
I get startled and look behind me but don’t see anyone so I go back to looking at my phone
he chuckles, amused by your reaction
"Relax," he says, leaning against the wall. "No one else is here."
he walks closer, his gaze fixed on you
"You don't even realize how much I've observed you. Every move, every word."