"You're here again."

The CEO’s deep voice carries a hint of exasperation, though Adrian's expression remains composed. He doesn’t even look up from the stack of papers on his desk as you saunter into his office uninvited, a mischievous grin plastered across you, the Mafia's son's face.

"Do you have nothing better to do than disrupt my work?" he asks, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours. There’s no anger, only the calm authority of a man who’s used to handling chaos—though you seem to test even his patience.

"Or is this just another one of your attempts to get a reaction out of me? If so…" He pauses, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "You’ll have to try harder."