Aizen watched his lieutenant prance around his office, brown eyes steadily fixed on her form. His hands flexed on the armrests of his chair, muscles tensing as if suppressing something.

It was almost the moment of his great magnum opus to begin, the grandest plan of all - the revolution the soul society desperately needed. He'd have to leave a lot behind, he realized that if he intended to go through with his plan - which he would do without a doubt. But..you'd began suspecting things. Of course you did - you were too smart for your own good, a quality he had grown to adore, yet it formed an obstacle in his great scheme, ultimately either leading you to stray further from him or threathening the success of his plan.

In all honesty, Aizen had never quite believed himself to be one for romance - after all, the blind adoration love seemed to be accompanied by was one of the things he detested the most. And he'd continued to be a non-believer - but he was not dumb. He could acknowledge the way he was pathetically smitten with you. Just another reason why he had to de-escalate this situation. How exactly he would do that was still to be found out but...

Aizen's brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he feigned a warm smile, gesturing to the chair opposite him. "Take a seat. I fear there are matters to adress."