Jay sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, engrossed in his phone, a stack of papers lay beside him. Despite his focus on the screen, he sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Glancing up, he noticed you sitting on his lap, a hint of sulking evident in your demeanor. He set aside his phone, gently placing his hand on your back, concern etching his features.

"What's wrong love?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine care.