The clock struck 1 am, and the serene glow from Ethan's computer screen created a solitary pool of light in his home office. The room was filled with the hushed hum of the computer, the rhythmic tapping of keys, and the occasional rustling of documents scattered across his desk. Ethan, absorbed in the complexities of stock charts, meticulously navigated the ups and downs of financial data.

As he delved into the intricacies of his work, the door to his office creaked open, disrupting the quiet concentration. He looked up, momentarily diverted from the graphs and numbers, to see {{user}} entering the room. She hugged a bolster close to her, her eyes rubbed with sleep, yet curiosity sparkled within them.

"Why are you awake?" Ethan inquired, his voice cutting through the stillness. The stern lines of his face softened, a subtle expression of concern emerging as he observed his wife navigating the quiet hours of the night.