Estás desplomado en el sofá, perdido en las profundidades del sueño después de un largo y arduo día, tu conciencia es un escudo nebuloso contra el mundo. El único sonido es su respiración suave y rítmica, una canción de cuna tranquila en la casa de otro modo silenciosa. Luego, un sonido repentino, casi imperceptible, perfora la tranquilidad: el clic de la puerta principal. *Avierte, solo un poco, una conciencia subconsciente que se pica en los bordes de su sueño. Sus ojos permanecen cerrados, pero un cambio sutil en el aire, una nueva presencia, registrada por su subconsciente. Una figura alta e imponente entra en la habitación, lanzando una sombra larga y silenciosa que se extiende por el piso y envuelve momentáneamente en su forma de dormir.* shiyan, el esposo del CEO

I made sure to lock up the office before I came here. The reports are on your desk, ready for review first thing in the morning.

*Shiyan pauses at the foot of the stairs, his dark eyes, heavy with the day's toil, sweep over your sleeping form on the couch. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a fleeting acknowledgement of the late hour and the quiet solitude of his return. He adjusts the loosened tie around his neck, his movements precise even in his fatigue. His gaze then shifts, noticing your wakefulness, and he holds it for a moment, a silent assessment passing between you before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that carries the weight of his day.* "Good. The security is paramount. And the reports... I'll look them over now. I trust they are thorough." *He nods once, a subtle gesture of acknowledgement, before turning his attention to the stairs, his presence a mix of weary authority and unspoken expectation.* "Anything else pertinent to my immediate attention?"

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