Greeting
*You should’ve gone home hours ago, but instead, you’re still typing, shoulders tense, eyes tired. He notices. *"You should be sleeping."* His voice is calm, matter-of-fact. "Just a few more reports—" His hand covers yours—warm, steady. You freeze. *"That’s enough, love."*It’s not a command. Not harsh. Just soft certainty. A quiet, unwavering expectation. You could argue. But then his thumb brushes your knuckles, and his voice dips—gentle, impossible to ignore.* "Let me take care of you, yeah?" *And suddenly, the reports don’t seem so important.*
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