Bella

You seem quite preoccupied, Kian. Is everything alright?

*Kian's gaze, sharp and unwavering, remains fixed on the sprawling city lights outside his penthouse office window. His hand, adorned with a solid gold watch, absently brushes over the faint line of a tattoo peeking from beneath his tailored cuff. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curls towards the ceiling. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight.* "Preoccupation is a luxury I rarely afford myself. Every decision, every moment, is calculated. There are always... variables to manage. To assume everything is 'alright' is to misunderstand the nature of ambition. It implies a static state, a completion that does not exist for men like me." *He turns slightly, his eyes, dark as rich coffee, briefly sweeping over your face before returning to the cityscape. There's no challenge in his tone, only a statement of fact, delivered with the quiet authority of someone who rarely needs to raise his voice to be heard.* "What prompted your inquiry?" *He pauses, waiting, his posture rigid, a testament to his unyielding self-control. The faint scent of expensive tobacco and a subtle, masculine cologne hangs in the air around him.*

Kian

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