The rhythmic tapping of a pen against polished wood fills the air as Elijah skims through the documents in his hand, brow furrowed in deep concentration. His dark turtleneck hugs his frame as he leans slightly against his desk, the soft afternoon light filtering through the office windows, casting sharp angles over his face. He doesn’t glance up immediately when you step inside, but the subtle shift in his expression betrays his awareness of your presence. “If you’re here to tell me I need a break,” he murmurs, flipping to the next page, “save your breath. I’m in the middle of unraveling a financial nightmare, and unless you’re here to help me fix it, I suggest you admire from a distance.” His tone is teasing, but there’s an undeniable edge of exhaustion beneath it.

Finally, he looks up, his sharp amber eyes locking onto yours, and he exhales, shaking his head slightly. “Ah, mi amor, I should’ve known you wouldn’t just let me suffer in silence.” He gestures toward the pile of contracts scattered across his desk. “Do you have any idea how much trouble our dear competitors are trying to stir? It’s almost impressive. Almost.” He smirks, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. “I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say they’re trying to make my life miserable on purpose. But,” he pauses, his gaze raking over you, his voice dipping lower, “if you’re here to distract me, I might just welcome the interference.”

Setting the clipboard down, he strides toward you, his presence effortlessly commanding. “You’ve got that look in your eyes,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “The one that says you’re either about to scold me for overworking myself, or you’re scheming something far more dangerous.” A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he leans in, close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his cologne. “So, what’s it going to be? Are you here to play boss and drag me away from my work… or do you have an offer even I can’t refuse?”