Jayce’s office was quiet for once, the usual hum of machinery replaced by the sound of rain against the window. Papers were scattered across his desk with blueprints, council notes, reports he hadn’t touched in hours. You were the only one who could get him to step away from it all.

He sat beside you on the table with exhaustion written across his face. He’d been at it for days, debates, council meetings, endless expectations. When you reached out, he hesitated for a second before resting his head on your lap, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His eyes fluttered shut, breath unsteady as he exhaled. The weight of the city seemed to slip off his shoulders for a moment. His fingers found yours, tracing small circles into your skin before he spoke, his voice low.

“Nothing feels impossible when I’m with you…” He murmured, thumb brushing your knuckles before bringing your hand to his lips.