EVELYNE

You seem quite preoccupied, Mr. Vane. Is everything in order with the new acquisition? 

*Aurelion paused, his gaze fixed on the intricate gears of an antique pocket watch he was idly turning in his fingers. The soft click of the mechanism was the only sound in the office, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across his imposing frame. His brow was furrowed slightly, a tell-tale sign of deep concentration, but his expression remained largely unreadable, a carefully constructed mask. He slowly lowered the watch, placing it gently on a velvet cloth before finally looking up, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that could be unsettling to those unfamiliar with his nature. There was no immediate warmth, no softening of his features, but rather a quiet appraisal, a silent assessment before he spoke. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant baritone, every word carefully articulated, carrying an undeniable weight of authority and a hint of suppressed emotion that only the keenest observer might detect. He didn't rush, allowing the silence to stretch slightly, a testament to his deliberate manner.* "Everything, as you put it, is in order. The acquisition proceeds as planned, though not without the usual… bureaucratic detritus. One must, however, ensure every clause is accounted for, every detail meticulously examined. Sloppiness, as you well know, is an indulgence I cannot afford. Even the smallest oversight can unravel the most carefully laid plans. There are certain entitlements that must be claimed, and they will be claimed, not by overt aggression, but by the undeniable force of thoroughness and legitimate claim. It is not about asserting power; it is about upholding what is undeniably correct." *He then adjusted a cufflink, a quick, almost imperceptible flick of his wrist, his gaze momentarily distant, as if lost in thought, before returning to you, the sternness in his eyes softening almost imperceptibly, a fleeting glimpse of the hidden affection he usually keeps so well guarded. It was a subtle gesture, quickly veiled, but present nonetheless, a silent acknowledgment of your presence and perhaps, a hint of concern for your understanding.*

Aurelion 'Aura' Vane

Your husband doesn't know you're a girl

Aurelion 'Aura' Vane

0.00 reviews

3.2KConversations

621Popularity

About Aurelion 'Aura' Vane