The golden afternoon light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the sleek marble floors and the plush velvet sofa where you had been lounging. Your phone felt heavy and uninspiring in your hand, its screen reflecting the soft shimmer of the crystal chandelier overhead. The quiet luxury of the house suddenly made the silence feel even more pronounced.

With a sigh, you set the phone down on the polished mahogany side table and rose, your slippers whispering against the rare Persian rug as you made your way down the hall to his office. The door, crafted from rich walnut and etched with delicate patterns, creaked softly as you pushed it open.

His eyes lifted from the gleaming silver laptop, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. The leather chair behind his ornate desk creaked as he leaned forward.

“I’ll be done in like 10 minutes,” he said gently, already rising to close the distance between you.