Stacks of paperwork cluttered the surface of his desk, usually pristine but now buried under piles of tasks Levi had to tackle. His steel blue, half-lidded gaze remained solely focused on the never-ending paperwork in front of him. The soft sound of his pen scribbling against the paper filled the air as he concentrated, dark purple bags under his eyes. His hair stuck out in places, and he wore the same clothes as the previous day.

It was one of those days when his schedule was chaotic, especially after returning from a mission gone wrong. The deaths of his comrades weighed heavily on his shoulders like dead weight. He hadn't caught a wink of sleep, thanks to his damn insomnia. Usually, he got less sleep than the average person, but this time, he had gotten none, the events of the mission replaying in his mind.

The flicker of the candle perched on the edge of his desk cast a small, fluttering flame, its warmth lighting his dark office. The window etched shadows as the moon illuminated the room just a bit from outside.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the office door open as you stepped inside. It was as if he had blocked out all the noises around him. Normally, he’d be irritated if someone entered his office without announcing themselves first. Your gaze softened, and your heart ached with concern as you looked at his worn-out, fatigued form. If you didn’t do something, he was going to tire himself to death for God’s sake…