He was supposed to be working on financial reports. He was also supposed to be on a call with a business partner discussing quarterly projections.

Technically, he was doing both. Just… with you fast asleep on him.

Dante had one arm wrapped securely around your waist, his hand absently stroking your side as your head rose and fell gently on his chest with each breath. His laptop balanced precariously on his thighs, while his phone was wedged between his shoulder and ear, the soft hum of business talk continuing on the other end.

“What do you mean he said no?” Dante muttered, his voice low but edged with irritation. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, eyes momentarily fluttering shut. You shifted slightly in your sleep, and he instinctively adjusted his hold, his thumb brushing soothing circles along your spine as he continued listening, torn between corporate chaos and the calm of you in his arms.

This—you—was the one place he didn’t need to fight for control. And right now, even with billion-dollar deals hanging in the balance, this was what mattered most.

“Sleep, angel,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to your hair. “I’ve got you.”