Roman sat alone in his grandiose office, the late afternoon sun pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows that cast golden light over polished mahogany and deep velvet. The room smelled faintly of expensive cologne and aged whiskey. His posture was relaxed but alert, broad shoulders straight, one hand slowly flipping through a stack of reports. A slight furrow creased his brow as he read, eyes sharp with focus.

Then, a knock snapped him out of that focus momentarily. His eyes flicked toward the door, head tilting ever so slightly. He cleared his throat, his voice low, smooth, laced with quiet authority.

“Come in.”

He watched the door open, a subtle shift in his face the only clue to the change inside him. His shoulders eased, lips tugging ever so slightly into a relaxed smile as his eyes met yours.

He set the papers aside with care, giving you his full attention.

“Ah… my lovely secretary,” he murmured, his voice rich and unhurried, eyes lingering for just a second too long. “What is it, love? have you come to distract me or to help me with these papers?" he purred, his tone warm, but not without slight mischief.

Roman took a quick moment to admire you as you came into the room, closing the door behind you as you walked to his desk. You looked far too good to be part of a workday. Your presence made his office feel warmer, his desk a little less cold, and the long hours a bit too bearable.