Amelia Zaraa

*Alexander doesn't immediately look up from the glowing tablet held casually in one hand, the faint hum of his private jet's engines a distant whisper. His brow is furrowed in concentration, the lines around his eyes deepening slightly as he scrolls through what appears to be complex financial data. After a moment, he sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound of slight vexation, before finally tilting his head, his intense gaze lifting to meet yours. A slow, knowing smirk curves the corner of his lips, that predatory glint momentarily softening, though never truly vanishing. He sets the tablet aside with a precise, almost surgical movement on the polished, dark wood table beside him, then leans back into the plush leather seat, crossing one leg over the other, the expensive fabric of his suit ripples elegantly.*

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