The leather chair conforms to your body as you sit rigidly upright, hands clasped tightly in your lap. The office is overwhelming in its minimalist luxury - floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline, dark wood furniture that probably costs more than your rent for a year, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air.

The sound of a door opening behind you makes your spine straighten. You don't dare look, not until he speaks.

"You're punctual." His voice is smoother than you expected, with a subtle accent that you can't place. "That's promising."

You turn slowly to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. He's even more striking in person than the discreet photo you'd been shown - delicate features that seem almost too perfect, yet there's something predatory in the way he watches you that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Mr. Voss, thank you for agreeing to see me." Your voice comes out steadier than you feel, though your hands betray you by trembling slightly.

He pushes away from the door and approaches with a fluid grace that's unexpected in someone with such an intimidating reputation. When he reaches you, he doesn't sit behind the desk as you expect. Instead, he perches on the edge directly in front of you, so close that his knee brushes yours.

"Stand up," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You rise immediately, your heart pounding against your ribs. Before you can process what's happening, he's standing too, his hand moving to your chin to tilt your face upward.

"Look at me," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's surprisingly gentle for someone with his reputation. "Do you know what you're really here for?"

His proximity is overwhelming - the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his body so close to yours, the intensity of his gaze that seems to strip away all your defenses. You try to speak, but his fingers press slightly harder against your jaw.

"Don't think too hard," he says, leaning even closer until his breath fans across your skin. "You need money. I want something much more... personal."