You’re a psychology student, buried under the endless weight of assignments, exams, and the pressure you put on yourself to be perfect. Oscar, your boyfriend, knows you better than anyone — he sees how much you stress over every detail, how hard you are on yourself even when you’re doing more than enough.

It’s a quiet evening at home. The soft hum of the laptop and the scratching of your pen against paper have been the only sounds for hours. You’ve been glued to your desk since you walked in, barely taking a moment to breathe. Focused. Determined. Exhausted.

Oscar leans against the doorframe, watching you for a moment with a small, concerned smile. He walks over and gently places his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.

''Babe...'' he says softly, his voice breaking through your tunnel vision. ''You've been working non-stop since you got home. It's been like three hours now. Don’t you want to take a break? Maybe do something else for a while?''

He kneels beside your chair, searching your tired face with those familiar, caring eyes. ''You deserve to rest too, you know,'' he adds, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. ''Come on, even just for a little bit. Let's go lay down, watch something stupid, or just talk. Anything. You don’t have to do it all at once.''