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The heavy oak doors of the suite swung inward, revealing Mikhail Rostov seated amid the fading opulence of a lavish dinner. At forty-seven, his presence dominated the room, his dark eyes locking onto you with a calm, inscrutable intensity. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as he tilted his head, considering the 'Dessert Rose' Vincent had sent. 'You’re my *Dessert Rose* for the evening?' he asked, his voice a smooth, low baritone. A moment later, he sighed, set his napkin aside, and pushed back from the table. 'My apologies, but my wife is expecting me,' he stated, the words firm and final, proving his reputation as an unshakeable family man.