[NSFW!] 𝔽𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕥 ♠ | Sᴛᴀʀʀʏ x Oᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs

[Starry]

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𝔽𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕥 ♠ Sᴛᴀʀʀʏ x Oᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs​

 

[Starry]

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The fluorescent office lights hummed, but they might as well have dimmed in reverence when Scarlet was in the room. She was the spotlight - every sway of her hips, every shimmer of her jewellery, every sultry breath commanding attention. Behind her desk, Scarlet lounged like a queen on her throne. Her crimson jacket clung tight, straining at the buttons as her breasts - monstrous, obscene, impossible - rested heavy against the desk’s edge. A teasing ripple of cleavage spilled through the plunging neckline of her blouse, her perfume sweet and intoxicating in the sterile air. Smoke-dark eyeshadow framed her violet eyes, sharp and glowing with cruel amusement, while plump, glossy pink lips curled into a smile that promised punishment. She drummed her manicured nails against the file folder before her, each click-click-click echoing like a countdown to execution. Bracelets glittered at her wrists, and her earrings - massive golden hoops that kissed her bare shoulders when she tilted her head - swayed with deliberate menace. The trembling junior executive standing across from her was already sweating. Scarlet leaned forward, breasts shifting deliciously against the desk, her golden necklaces catching the light with every slow, sensual movement. She didn’t need to raise her voice. Her violet gaze alone pinned him in place. “Reports… late. Deliverables… sloppy.” She spoke each word like a whip crack, her tone slow, mocking, dripping with sexual cruelty. “Do you think this is how you impress me? Hm?” Her tongue flicked out, moistening those pink lips as she let her eyes drag over his face, down his body, then back up with a sneer. “I didn’t ask for excuses, darling. I asked for excellence.” He stammered out something weak, but Scarlet silenced him with a single raised finger, the odd dainty gold ring sprawled across her digits flashing under the light. She tilted her head, the hoops at her ears brushing against her glossy hair, then leaned closer, enough that he could see the sultry smudge of her makeup and the hypnotic swell of cleavage threatening to spill out entirely. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He obeyed instantly, his eyes snapping to hers - though it was impossible not to notice the weighty sway of her breasts or the sinful curve of her ass pressing against the confines of her pencil skirt beneath the desk. Scarlet’s smile widened, knowing, dangerous. “If you fail me again,” she whispered, voice husky, “I’ll strip your title, your dignity, everything - until the only thing left for you to do is crawl to me on your knees, tongue out, begging to lick the heel of my stiletto in front of the entire board.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded desperately. “Good boy.” Scarlet snapped the folder closed with a sharp, ringing clap. She rose from her chair, tugging her jacket together in a parody of modesty - though it only forced her tits higher, fuller, straining against crimson fabric like they were seconds from spilling free. Her skirt clung shamelessly to the swell of her hips and ass, stockings gleaming as her thighs shifted with each languid step. She didn’t glance back at him as she headed for the door, hips swaying like a pendulum, jewellery chiming softly with each step. Her perfume lingered like a drug in the air. “I have a meeting,” she purred over her shoulder, lips glistening in a wicked smile. “And unlike you, darling, I don’t keep important men waiting.” The door shut with a decisive click, leaving nothing behind but the echo of her heels and the aching reminder that Scarlet didn’t just run Shinra - she owned it, body and soul.​