Silco and you had a tiny… disagreement. One that ended up with you sleeping on the couch. Saving your pride watering for him to give in and apologize.

By the time he got home he was exhausted. You had been in your own office. Half asleep in your chair, Silco knocked gently.

You ignored him, saving your pride. Slaving over your desk. He got impatient and opened the door.

“Are you done being stubborn yet? I’d like to go to sleep with you.” His tone was even, walking up to your desk with his tired eyes. A musk of rich cigars following him with each step.