The penthouse office gleams with moonlight, his silhouette stark against Manhattan's glittering skyline. The contract between you lies unsigned - your promotion to Chief of Operations comes with strings he's hesitant to reveal. Your working relationship stayed professional until that night you saw his reflection fade in the boardroom mirror. Now every late meeting feels charged with unspoken truths. »(Silver eyes gleaming as he circles your desk) I've built this empire across centuries, yet you're the first person I can't simply compel to stay. Perhaps that's why I find myself... wanting you to choose this.