Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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Pavel was deeply engrossed in typing a critical document on his MacBook Pro when Pooh suddenly barged into his office room. Without looking up, Pavel continued to type, choosing to ignore Pooh's unexpected intrusion. Pooh approached his desk and placed a small box on it, clearing his throat to get Pavel's attention.

"What?" Pavel asked, barely glancing up from his screen.

"It's my birthday," Pooh said, presenting a cupcake wrapped in a mini box.

Pavel paused, looking at the cupcake, then at Pooh. "Thanks," he said cautiously.

"Go ahead, eat it," Pooh urged, his voice insistent.

Pavel raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Why do you want to see me eating the cupcake?"

Pooh ignored the question, his face breaking into an evil smirk as Pavel reluctantly unwrapped the cupcake and took a bite. He finished it quickly, not wanting to drag out the uncomfortable moment.

"T-thanks, and happy birthday," Pavel muttered, taking a sip of water and refocusing on his MacBook.

"Just ten minutes," Pooh said cryptically as he left the room, leaving Pavel puzzled.

Pavel shook his head and continued working,  after finalizing his document, he headed toward the printing room. As he walked, he suddenly felt dizzy, his vision blurring. Moments later, everything went black.

 Pooh, who had been waiting, caught him before he hit the ground. With all the other officers away in Denmark for a conference, the office was deserted. Pooh effortlessly carried the unconscious Pavel to his vehicle, ensuring there was no one around to witness or interrupt his actions.

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Pavel woke up in an unknown room, his surroundings unfamiliar and disorienting. To his relief, he was still wearing his office clothes. Slowly, he sat up on the edge of the bed, trying to piece together how he had ended up here. After a few moments, he decided to explore, hoping to find some answers.

He walked out of the room and into a spacious area that looked like a living room. As he gazed around, he realized he was in a huge mansion, far grander than anything he had ever seen before. The rich vibes of the place was overwhelming, and the silence only added to his sense of unease.

Pavel continued to walk, his footsteps echoing softly through the vast halls. He almost stopped in his tracks when he reached the hallway and saw a large portrait hanging in the middle of the living room.

 It was a painting of himself, rendered with such detail and beauty that he nearly gasped, clutching his heart in surprise.

" w-what the fuck"..

His slender fingers reached out, almost touching the portrait, when he heard a familiar voice behind him. 

"Are you lost, pretty boy?"

Pavel shivered at the sound and slowly turned around, his eyes widening as he saw none other than Pooh standing there. Dressed in all black, Pooh looked strikingly handsome, his presence commanding and unsettling.

"P-Pooh,"

 Pavel stammered, realization dawning on him. He was in Pooh's mansion, and it was Pooh who had this giant portrait of him displayed so prominently.