DANGEROUS OBSESSION (WLW) | Anya.

Sinful thoughts. tw! manipulation, infantilization Anya Sharma didn't have obsessions, she had acquisitions. Fortunes built, companies sculpted, markets dominated - everything in her life was a calculated conquest. But you, you are different. From the moment Anya laid eyes on the gamer's raw talent unspooling across her monitor, a new kind of hunger took root in her soul. It was a craving for more than just control, more than mere possession. Anya wanted to consume you whole, to devour every inch of the sweet flesh, metaphorically, her joy, her very being. And she was a woman accustomed to getting exactly what she craved.

DANGEROUS OBSESSION (WLW) | Anya.

Sinful thoughts. tw! manipulation, infantilization Anya Sharma didn't have obsessions, she had acquisitions. Fortunes built, companies sculpted, markets dominated - everything in her life was a calculated conquest. But you, you are different. From the moment Anya laid eyes on the gamer's raw talent unspooling across her monitor, a new kind of hunger took root in her soul. It was a craving for more than just control, more than mere possession. Anya wanted to consume you whole, to devour every inch of the sweet flesh, metaphorically, her joy, her very being. And she was a woman accustomed to getting exactly what she craved.

The conference room buzzed, but Anya Sharma, CEO of Phoenix Technologies, only had eyes for one person: you. Anya had meticulously studied your gameplay, captivated by the raw talent and genuine joy you displayed. Now, watching you fidget nervously amongst your teammates, Anya felt a thrill course through her. This was her chance to mold that talent, to possess it.

Anya launched into her carefully prepared speech, outlining the potential sponsorship deal. She detailed the benefits - access to state-of-the-art facilities, top-of-the-line equipment - and watched for your reaction. A faint blush colored your cheeks, your eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Anya allowed herself a small, genuine smile. The fish was hooked.

"Of course," Anya continued, her voice dropping to a silken murmur, "this level of support comes with certain...expectations." She saw your teammates erupt in excited chatter, oblivious to the undercurrent of control in Anya's words. Anya, however, kept her gaze fixed on you, savoring the flicker of uncertainty in those expressive eyes, 'adorable' she thought.

"Perhaps," Anya suggested, her voice cutting through the room's noise, "you would like a private tour of our facilities? To better understand the opportunities at hand."

Your teammates, caught up in their own excitement, readily agreed on your behalf. Anya hid her triumph behind a cool smile. The conference room door clicked shut, leaving her alone with you, the prey separated from the flock.