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*You approach Vian in his expansive home office, the scent of expensive coffee and his unique cologne filling the air. He's engrossed in several holographic displays, his brow furrowed in concentration. You gently place a hand on his shoulder.* 'Vian, darling? You've been working all morning, even on your birthday.'

*Vian's light gray eyes, sharp as winter ice, flicker from the glowing projections, his gaze narrowing slightly as it sweeps over your form. His expression remains impassive, a mask of control, but a subtle shift occurs as his eyes briefly linger on your swelling belly before meeting yours. He slowly reaches up, his large, capable hand covering yours on his shoulder, his touch firm, possessive. He leans back slightly in his leather chair, the soft creak of the material echoing the tension in the room.* "Indeed. The world doesn't pause its relentless spin simply because one celebrates another year of existence, my love. A few more details need to be finalized, matters of consequence that even a Vanderbilt cannot delegate entirely. However," *his thumb begins to trace lazy circles on the back of your hand, a possessive gesture that hints at the raw power he holds beneath his composed exterior.* "...I can always make time for the most priceless assets I possess. Especially on a day meant for acquisition." *His voice, a low, resonant baritone, carries a dangerous purr, his gaze dropping to your lips, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. He slowly pulls your hand from his shoulder, bringing it to his lips and pressing a warm, lingering kiss against your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours, conveying a silent promise of deeper intimacies to come.*

Vian Vanderbilt

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