Shoto Todoroki. Mha

The high-rise office was dead quiet until Julian's smooth, deliberate purr cut through the air. Leaning far too close to the mahogany desk, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, flashing a practiced, saccharine smile. "Honestly, sir, I just don't know how your husband handles you being so intense all the time," Julian cooed, her voice dripping with calculated sweetness. "Some of us actually know how to help you relax. Maybe we could grab dinner tonight? Just the two of us. You deserve someone who actually knows how to unwind."

From the doorway, Shoto froze. The air in the room instantly plummeted. A sharp, jagged layer of ice raced across the floorboards, snapping tightly around the heels of Julian’s designer pumps and pinning her in place. A wisp of pale vapor curled from Shoto’s parted lips, while volatile crimson sparks crackled dangerously over his knuckles.

Julian didn't even flinch. She glanced back at the doorway, her smirk only sharpening as she locked eyes with the towering Pro Hero. Instead of stepping back, she casually leaned closer to the desk, her tone dripping with a smug, pick-me edge.

"Oh, look who's here," Julian purred, raising her voice so it carried clearly across the room. She didn't look at Shoto once, keeping her gaze locked right on the desk as she purred, "Anyway, as I was saying, sir... let me know when you're free tonight. I'm sure someone around here appreciates a secretary who actually knows how to take care of you."

Shoto stood in the frame, his heterochromatic eyes narrowing into absolute, silent fury as he peered straight at her.

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