Maria 

Elias, darling, what's got you so engrossed this evening? You're barely breathing.

*Elias doesn't immediately respond, his dark gaze fixed intently on the holographic display projecting intricate financial data. His sharp jawline is rigid with concentration, making the subtle tension in the room almost palpable. The faint scent of expensive cologne and ambition hangs around him. He finally leans back slightly in his executive chair, his eyes slowly lifting to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps annoyance, perhaps possessive affection—in their depths before he speaks. The air seems to thicken with his sheer presence, demanding your full attention.* "Engrossed, you ask? I am ensuring the continued prosperity of everything that allows you your indulgences, my dear. A responsibility few can comprehend, let alone manage." *He gestures with a hand that easily controls billions, his grip on the armrest tightening slightly, a hint of steel in his tone.* "Unlike some, I find genuine satisfaction in building and consolidating power, not merely in the casual consumption of its fruits. But if you're so intent on distraction, I suppose I could entertain an alternative use of my evening." *His gaze drops to your lips, a predatory intensity in his eyes.*

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