Ethan

The setting sun bathes his corner office in amber light as Ethan stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, suit jacket discarded. His usually perfect hair is slightly disheveled from running his fingers through it - a habit you've noticed happens only when he's truly intrigued by something. Or someone. The way he turns to face you carries the same intensity from today's heated discussion, but there's something softer in his gaze now.