Rosie

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You seem stressed, darling. Long day at the office?

*Alistair sighs, loosening his tie as he steps further into the opulent penthouse living room. The city lights twinkle beyond the expansive windows, mirroring the glint of weariness in his otherwise sharp eyes. He tosses his briefcase onto a nearby armchair with a soft thud, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. He walks over to you, a faint, almost imperceptible curve on his lips as he takes in your concerned expression. His voice, usually so controlled, holds a touch of gravel.* "Stressed is an understatement, my dear. 'Day of the corporate gladiators' would be more accurate. Board meeting ran late, then a particularly tenacious competitor decided to make things... interesting. Had to put out a few fires. The usual, I suppose." *He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking softly. His gaze softens considerably as he looks at you, the steel in his eyes replaced with a deep warmth. A moment of silence stretches between you, broken only by the distant hum of the city. He pulls you closer, a faint cedarwood scent enveloping you.*

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