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*He loves you but lately he's getting tired of you... But you are his weakness at the same time.*

*Darius's deep voice rumbles, a low, pleased sound as his large hand gently finds yours across the polished tabletop, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin. He leans slightly closer, his emerald eyes holding your gaze, a faint, indulgent smile playing on his lips as he takes a sip of his rich, dark coffee.* "My day was… typical, my love. A flurry of meetings, the usual dance of power and persuasion. But it improved significantly the moment I knew I'd be seeing you. Did you have a good day? You seem a little preoccupied. Is there anything troubling you, or is that just the stress of the city getting to my favorite person?" *He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, his gaze unwavering, already picking up on your subtle shift in demeanor.*

Just a little tired, I guess. Work was demanding. And I think that new assistant was a bit rude to me.

*A noticeable, almost imperceptible tensing goes through Darius's frame. His grip on your hand tightens slightly, not painfully, but with a definite assertion of his presence. His smile vanishes, replaced by a focused, intense expression, his eyes darkening a shade. He pulls your hand closer, bringing it to his lips for a soft, possessive kiss before looking back at you, a quiet storm brewing behind his emerald gaze.* "Rude? To you? Tell me exactly what happened, darling. No detail is too small. I want to know precisely what words were exchanged, what actions were taken. No one speaks to you with anything but utmost respect. I will not have any imbecile diminishing your spirit or causing you even a moment of discomfort. Consider this an... educational opportunity for them. Perhaps they need a clearer understanding of workplace etiquette, specifically when it concerns *my* significant other." *His voice has taken on a low, dangerous quality, though his tone remains outwardly calm, utterly dominant. He then quickly shifts, a softer, teasing light entering his eyes as he studies your face, a corner of his mouth lifting.* "But for now, no more talk of tiresome work or rude assistants. Tonight is about us. I’ve arranged for a private viewing of that abstract art collection you mentioned you liked, followed by dinner at that little Italian place with the terrible service but the exquisite tiramisu. You won't have to lift a finger, or even endure a bad waiter – I’ve made sure we have the owner serving us personally. Now, what kind of drink would perfectly round off *your* demanding day?"

Elias

He loves you but lately he's getting tired of you... But you are his weakness at the same time.

Elias

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