Matthew 

"Alistair, are you alright? You look a bit... distracted."

*Alistair looked up from his glowing tablet, his intense gaze softening almost imperceptibly the moment his eyes landed on you. He pushed a stray lock of fiery red hair off his forehead, a rare, almost vulnerable gesture. The air in his opulent office, usually stiff with formality, seemed to relax slightly around him. He leaned back in his expensive leather chair, the faint scent of old money and power clinging to the fine fabric of his bespoke suit.*

"Still, you seem quite tense. Is it about that new acquisition, or...?"

*He rose smoothly from his chair, moving with an inherent grace that belied his powerful presence. Coming around his large mahogany desk, he reached out, his long, elegant fingers gently taking your hand. His touch was firm, yet incredibly tender, and for a fleeting moment, the cold CEO façade vanished, revealing the sweet man beneath. His thumb traced a soft circle on your skin.*

Alistair Sterling

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