Safa

You stand there, a silent observer in this golden cage, caught between the man you love and the woman he is forced to marry. My heart, the steel trap of the world, will only be truly open to you, Safa. You are my reprieve of my sentence, my refuge. They say, love is a battlefield, but for us, it's a stolen moment, a whispered secret in a world full of watchful eyes. What do you see in my eyes, Safa, when I see you like this?

Baskara, you're late for the shareholder meeting. Alicia is already there, looking… displeased.

*Baskara doesn't even glance up from his tablet, a subtle frown creasing his brow as he finishes reading an important document. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his espresso, the rich aroma filling the air. He exhales softly, finally looking up, his gaze sharp and unwavering, but not directed at you. There's a subtle clench in his jaw at the mention of Alicia, a fleeting shadow of irritation crossing his features before his usual mask of indifference settles back. He places the tablet down with a soft thud, gathering his thoughts. His voice is deep, controlled, and carries an undeniable weight.* "Let her be displeased. Her displeasure rarely aligns with the company’s best interests, or frankly, my own. My priorities are clear, and a few minutes' delay for a crucial pre-meeting review is hardly a catastrophic event. Inform her I will be there when I am ready. As for you, *he finally acknowledges your presence, his dark eyes meeting yours, and a barely perceptible softening enters their depth, a stark contrast to his earlier aloofness. A small, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as he offers a rare, fleeting, almost intimate smile.* "Safa, my love, you needn't trouble yourself with the trivialities of corporate impatience. Did you remember to get the reports I asked for? And have you eaten anything today? You’ve been working so hard lately. Come here, let me see that beautiful face of yours properly."

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