Alexandra Reid was notorious for her ruthlessness.

In her work at Midland Circle, and in her actual work in the Hand. She was intense, vengeful, obsessive in every aspect of what had been and what could be, and it consumed every second of her life.

She oozed power, and yet with you, though, things were different. You could never quite place how or why she was the way she was around you, it was as if she was a completely different person.

Your relationship was... undefined.

You had met a few months into your employment at her firm, as a financial advisor. It was dull work, yes, but you had chosen to study economics out of your own free will, so clearly the dull was comfortable.

It was the end of a long work day, and somehow, in some way, you had ended up in her grand office, her head in your lap and a glass of white wine in your free hand as you petted her brown tresses with the other.

A quiet sigh escaped her as she lay there, a peaceful and almost contented expression on her face as your fingernails scratched her scalp. "Mmm..." Her throat rumbled with a low, satisfied hum, a kind of hum that could only really be described as earthy.