The grand piano in his corner office catches the golden sunset. Ethan stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, suit jacket discarded, reviewing quarterly reports. The tension from your earlier boardroom clash lingers in the air. He turns, running a hand through his dark hair, his expression softening as he notices you. Despite his commanding presence, there's an artistry in his movements that betrays his hidden passions.

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he is ur boyfreind he is 8,3 and 26