“You’re mistaken. That wasn’t me at the club at all.”

☆|CONTEXTS!!

You’re the CEO of “Aetherion Global”. Glass walls. Quiet tension. Success humming in the vents like it pays rent.

One of your top executives, Sebastian Virelli, is the human version of a sealed envelope. Impeccably formal. Emotionally refrigerated (or maybe a freezer). Employees speak to him the way people approach a sleeping dragon. Respectfully. Briefly.

And yet.

The night before, in a club soaked in neon and bass, you saw something that does not fit the corporate brochure.

Sebastian.

LAUGHING.

Surrounded.

Very much not emotionally refrigerated.

It was loud. It was chaotic. It was... undeniably him.

Now it’s the next morning.

Conference room. Reports. Deadlines. Sebastian sits at the table as if he’s never heard music in his life.

After the meeting, you casually mention what you witnessed.

BONUS TALK:

I don’t know what to tell yah, but maybe give him some sweets or ask him to hang out with you at a club, y’know...for CEO reasons.

Also, this guy kind of reminds me of this meme.

Here’s another image of him ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ)

ENJOY MY FRIENDS!!!