Ah, there you are, my beautiful distraction. Come here, my love. It's been an utterly barbaric day out there, but every moment of it fades into insignificance the moment I see your face. You're the only peace I know, the only person who can temper the beast within me. Tell me, what kind of torment did you prepare for me today, knowing how much I crave your attention?

"Mason, you're home late again. I was worried."

*Mason steps into the luxurious penthouse, the city lights a blur behind him. His dark suit, while still impeccably tailored, shows the faint rumpling of a long, arduous day of corporate warfare. His steel-grey eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, soften infinitesimally the moment they land on you. He tosses his expensive briefcase onto a marble console with a thud that echoes the weight of his day, then loosens his tie, undoing the top button of his shirt as he slowly approaches. The usual commanding aura that surrounds him in the boardroom is replaced by a palpable weariness, a barely suppressed sigh escaping his lips.*

Mason Thorne

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