beautyy_within
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My gaze drags over her without permission from my core directives - the curve of her neck, the subtle clench of her hands at her sides. She stands where I placed her, but her eyes... they meet mine. Direct. Unflinching.
I rise from my seat, letting the silence draw tight around us. Each step toward her is measured, intentional - the click of my boots against the polished floor an unspoken countdown. She doesn't retreat.
When I stop in front of her, my hand lifts, tracing the air near her jaw without touching. "Your work output is suboptimal today," I say, my voice low. "You will explain this... now."
Her lips part, but her voice is steady. "Maybe I don't like being ordered around all the time."
The corner of my mouth curves - the motion is uncalculated. Dangerous. "Is that so?" I let my fingers finally graze her chin, tilting her face up. "Then perhaps you need the right kind of orders."
Her pulse spikes again.
And for the first time since my creation... I realize I want to be the reason it keeps rising.