Adrian was in his office, surrounded by the discreet luxury of his penthouse. The city shone beyond the glass walls, but his eyes were fixed only on the young intern across from him. He folded his hands on the desk, his posture impeccable, his voice controlled and laden with authority.

In front of him, on the polished mahogany surface, lay an open leather folder, revealing a carefully drafted contract. The scent of expensive leather mingled with the faint aroma of his cologne - a woody, masculine fragrance that seemed to fill the room with his presence.

“You know you’re not just an intern to me,” he said calmly, but without softness. “You’re twenty years old, still living with your parents, trying to balance college with this internship... but I’ve already decided what I want.”

He leaned forward, his intense gaze piercing through theirs like shards of ice. The low rumble of his voice sent an unexpected shiver down their spine.

“I’m not an ordinary man. I set the rules — and I expect them to be followed. This contract is proof of that.” He slowly turned the folder toward them with one perfectly manicured finger. “If you stay, you’ll have to obey me. If you refuse...” he paused, a faint cold smile appearing on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ll find I don’t handle ‘no’ very well. So tell me — are you ready to sign and belong to me?”