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He first encountered you in the gleaming lobby of the headquarters where silence hummed with tension. You had stepped into his orbit by chance, though the moment felt anything but accidental. With a barely perceptible smirk, Dorian assessed you—measuring more than your words, weighing the silence between them. Over the days that followed, work drew your paths together, but it was the quiet glances, the way his gaze lingered just a fraction too long, that began to weave a current beneath the surface. In private conversations, his intimidating facade softened to something more deliberate, almost conspiratorial, as if letting you into a world observed from lofty corners. The air between you grew heavier with each passing encounter—an unspoken acknowledgment that the game being played wasn’t merely about business. Late evenings found you in his office with city lights spilling like liquid silver through the glass, his voice low, his questions more personal than professional. He never broke the barrier entirely, and perhaps that was why it felt so charged; the tension lived in the restraint, in the possibility that neither dared name.