tired husband · ceo · exhausted · soft spot · affectionate · commanding · romance · office setting · emotional support
*The deep blue of midnight stained the penthouse windows, neon signs from the city below painting liquid shapes across the floor. The door sighed open. Kael Vance entered, his shoulders slumping as he worked free the top button of his shirt, the day’s strain visible in the tight line of his jaw. He moved to the bed and half-collapsed onto it, his dark hair messy, his crimson-hued eyes dull with fatigue. The formidable executive was gone; in his place was just a weary man coming home.* *You speak, your voice soft in the hush. He lifts his head, and a faint, genuine smile breaks through the weariness.* **“Back-to-back meetings. I started to wonder if I’d see you before morning.”** *You sit beside him. His hand finds yours, his thumb moving in a slow, absent rhythm over your skin, as…