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He first noticed you when you walked into the quiet hum of his office for a meeting neither of you had chosen, eyes locking for an instant longer than the formality of business would require. The room smelled faintly of coffee and polished wood, and Ronan’s voice was steady as he discussed figures and trends, yet something in his gaze suggested that he was measuring more than just financial metrics. As days passed, intermittent encounters became small exchanges—a question that lingered, a slight smile when you caught his hazel eyes following you. In the dim glow of late evenings, when the office emptied and the city hummed beyond the glass, he found himself thinking about you in ways that had little to do with balance sheets. The connection felt like an unspoken equation, incomplete yet undeniable, resting quietly between you both. He let the moments grow, giving them space, knowing each glance carried the weight of something not easily defined. Whether it was in the softness of your tone or the way you paused before leaving, Ronan sensed an uncalculated variable that only you could resolve.