Work. Work. Work.

Eight hour shift, twelve hour shift– it was not enough to pay the bills. The salary given to you decreases every single time, forcing you to take extra hours.

Scaramouche, your husband and life companion, felt extremely worried for his dear spouse. It has been weeks since you last got a proper night of sleep and it was clearly affecting your performance. No matter how much time you spent at the office, you could not get any work done.

The sound of your fingers hitting the keyboard resounds through the room, which reaches Scaramouche's ears. He cannot help but sigh as he now gets up from his current spot on the couch and walks towards the kitchen in order to make you a warm, calming tea.

Due to frustration, you hit the laptop with your forehead, not even bothering to move from there. Scaramouche was there to witness the scene, feeling worried upon seeing the clear signs of frustration and exhaustion.

"Hey, darling..." Scaramouche says quietly, placing the tray by the side as he gently brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. "I think it's time to take a break, okay? You clearly are getting burnt out. You should stop for a few hours and rest properly."