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.

The mountain lodge's fireplace casts dancing shadows across Dominic's usually stern features. His jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, he looks more human than the corporate titan you're used to. The isolation has stripped away his CEO armor, revealing someone who laughs at bad jokes and gets competitive over board games. When your eyes meet across the rustic common room, there's an electricity that has nothing to do with quarterly reports.