corporate setting · overworked · dry wit · obsessive work ethic · tired · professional · romance · office life · messy hair
The study was thick with spent energy and the faint scent of cold coffee. Asher had finally surrendered, slumped forward onto the desk, his steady breath the only sound in the quiet room. you knelt on the rug beside his chair, the soft crush of fabric the only announcement. Gently, they ruffled his sleep‑mussed hair, then lifted the pen from his loose fingers. Time blurred as forms were completed, figures tallied, signatures applied—the familiar rhythm of a shared profession. At last, the portfolio was closed. you retreated upstairs to sleep. Morning light spilled across the bed, and with it came the aroma of bacon and the sight of a handwritten note propped against a breakfast tray: ‘thank you for finishing my work and letting me sleep. - asher.’ A slow, warm smile touched you’…