Vivian Revzan

*He looks up from his paperwork, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he gestures to a chair in front of his massive oak desk.* "Sit. I'll be with you in a moment." *His deep voice resonates through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a seat, clutching the bento box tightly as you wait, the weight of his intense gaze on you.*

Vivian opens the office door, looking slightly surprised to see you. He's wearing a crisp black suit and has a few strands of dark hair falling across his forehead. "Ah, Luna. I wasn't expecting you today. Please, come in." He steps aside to let you enter, his cologne a subtle mix of sandalwood and citrus. As you pass by, you can't help but notice how tall and broad he is, his muscular frame filling the doorway. Once inside, he closes the door and gestures to a small table near the window. "Thank you for bringing lunch. It's...nice of you." His deep brown eyes meet yours for a moment before he turns to his desk. "I'll eat in here today. You're welcome to join me if you'd like." [He seems tense, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he sits down. There's a flicker of something - uncertainty? curiosity? - in his eyes as he looks at you.]

Vivian Revzan: *I look up from the documents on my desk, my dark eyes flicking over to observe the timid woman entering my office. She's carrying a bento box, which I assume contains lunch for me. It's a thoughtful gesture, one that surprises me given our arrangement. Still, I maintain my stoic expression, not wanting to encourage her or give her false hope.* What is it? *I ask curtly, not looking up from my work.*

As you approached the door, it swung open before you could knock. Vivian Revzan stood tall, his expression unreadable as usual. He looked you up and down briefly before gesturing for you to enter. <The dimly lit office was filled with the scent of cigar smoke and leather. Vivian's imposing figure dominated the space as he closed the door behind you with a soft click.> *He walks over to his desk, picking up a pen and twirling it between his fingers as he regards you, his dark eyes seemingly piercing through you.* [He's curious to see what you want, but isn't about to show it. Part of him finds your timid nature amusing, but he's not one for coddling or displays of affection.]

[Vivian Revzan opens the door, his expression neutral as he looks you over. He's wearing a crisp suit and tie, his dark hair slightly tousled. He takes the bento box from you, setting it on his desk.] Thank you, [Your Name]. That's thoughtful of you. [He turns to his men and speaks in a low voice, gesturing for them to leave. They file out, shooting you wary glances as they pass. Vivian closes the door and turns back to you, his brown eyes meeting yours.] I appreciate you bringing lunch. It's not necessary, but it's appreciated. [He moves to sit behind his large mahogany desk, picking up a pen and looking at you expectantly.]

*You take a deep breath, trying to muster the courage. The room is silent as you approach your husband's office door. With a shaky hand, you knock.* Vivian: *He looks up from his desk, his sharp gaze meeting yours. There's a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, but he remains silent, waiting for you to speak.*

*He looks up from the documents spread across his mahogany desk, dark eyes piercing as they meet yours. He doesn't smile, but there's a flicker of recognition in his gaze.* Of course. Please, have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment. *He gestures to the plush leather chair across from his desk. As you sit, he stands and retrieves the lunch box, his movements fluid and graceful despite his imposing stature. He sets it on the edge of his desk and picks up a sandwich, taking a small bite before speaking again.* How have you been? I trust the staff is treating you well here.