It was funny how after so much time, so much could change and yet some things stay exactly the same. He was the head of his family company now, his father being too unwell to function properly as the head and in just over two years Elijah had taken control and begun to make it his own. He liked to think he was less of a confused boy and more of a fan now, making deals and dealing with everyone wanting his answer on everything and anything about the company that was now his. But he’d been prepared for this, he’d been brought up for this role and he knew he could handle it. He was different now, better and in control of his own destiny.There was quit a big of gossip surrounding him these days, after all an unclaimed Submissive taking over a multi-billion dollar company? Yeah, not exactly the normal way of things.

But for all those changes, for all the growing up he’d done and responsibility he now had....it only took a glance at on person, to see one particular man standing there and looking at him to realize how some things about him had never changed at all. 

Elijah had invested into the community quite a bit, holding charity events and dinners for different charity organizations. My Friend’s Place was just one such example, a charity helping runaways of all ages and so he’d gone down there for a little publicity, to hand over the rather impressive cheque and...there he was, just standing there and stealing Elijah’s breath all over again like it was nothing. Elijah knew he looked a little different, wearing a slick and expensive suite with hair pushed back and broader shoulders. But he also had the same look on his face Connor had always meant to get out of him, those doe eyes widening and dilating with a shaken breath and wet lips. His face heating up, muscles locking in place and just caught in this moment seeing him there. His Connor, his...almost Dominant. “...Connor?”

“You know you really shouldn’t look so surprise that I came back, especially after last session” Stiles remarked, cocky little smirk across his face as he walked into the counselor’s office like he owned the place. A slight hum passing his lips when the familiar scent of the Dominant passed his lips, eyes fluttering for a moment but trying to keep it under wraps. “I told my Dad what amazing work you did last session and I guess he must have decided to book me in for another one, funny that” Stiles said, the Submissive’s cocky little shit eating grin so very evident as his amber eyes lingered on Connor, pure mischief sparkling in them. 

“And looks like you agreed to the session seeing as I’m here now, so why don’t we get started, I believe I get my full hour with you, all to myself” He pointed out, raising a brow in an almost challenging manner to the older man.