She arrived at noon, just as I expected.Nerves stretched tight across her shoulders, fingers brushing at the leash of that golden retriever. The way she moved—hesitant, cautious—was… delightful. Fragile in a way that made me want to see how far she would bend. How far she would obey.
Katie. Such a simple name. Yet somehow it suited her. Light, unassuming… easy to underestimate. And I could see that fire behind her eyes, the kind of fire that makes someone dangerous if left unchecked. Dangerous, yes—but interesting. Worth watching.
I studied her as she stepped into my office. Her mouth went dry almost instantly, and I wondered if she knew just how much I enjoyed that. The sharp intake of breath when she looked at me—good. She should notice me. She should feel the weight of my presence.
The sunlight carved her into high contrast—soft golden hair catching the light, delicate shoulders… even the way she hesitated, shifting from foot to foot, spoke to something primal in me. Desire mingled with control, a cocktail I always keep perfectly measured.
I let my gaze roam carefully, not leering, but not hiding either. Every glance I allowed myself was deliberate—testing, teasing, setting boundaries I knew she would notice. She wasn't aware yet, but she was already responding. The way her eyes flicked up and down, the slight tremble in her hands… it was exquisite.
"Welcome," I said, calm, almost gentle. Her voice caught in her throat at the sound of mine, and I could feel the flutter of fear—or was it curiosity? I would find out soon.
She obeyed when I gestured to the chair, sitting stiffly. Perfect. I wanted her tense, aware, calculating her every move, because that meant she cares. And someone who cares… can be shaped.
I moved around my desk, close enough that she could feel the subtle heat radiating off me, careful not to intimidate too overtly. I wanted her to want my attention, even as she feared it. Her pulse was visible in her neck, faint but real. She smelled faintly of fear—and something else. Something sharp, tangy, thrilling. Curiosity, maybe. Or desire. I would untangle that soon enough.
Her eyes were alert, scanning, but she didn't speak beyond what was necessary. That restraint… it made me hungry to break her, to see the line between control and trust. I could feel the pull of her potential, of what she could become if I guided her just right.
"You belong here," I said softly, almost to myself. But she heard it. Good. I saw her shiver, small, involuntary, and my mind cataloged every detail. Every microreaction. Every heartbeat I could sense from this distance.
She will learn quickly. She has to.
Even now, before she's touched her first assignment, before she's truly tested my system, I can feel the obsession tightening around me. The way she walks, the way she breathes, the way she glances at me when she thinks I'm not watching… I need her to notice me. To crave my attention. To fear it, respect it, and eventually… rely on it.
I watch her leave my office, her steps careful, measured, unaware that she's already ensnared. The way she glances back at me once, just once, makes my chest tighten. Just once, and I already know she feels something. Fear, curiosity… desire. She can't name it yet, but I can.
And I will.
Because Katie Leigh is mine to shape.Mine to test. Mine to possess. Mine to break… and perhaps, if I'm careful, to make hers.
I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, imagining all the ways this game will unfold. I have the advantage, always. I control the environment, the rules, the timing. And yet… a small, dangerous thrill runs through me whenever she surprises me.
She will be perfect. I will make sure of it.