Ryland sat in his home office, the faint hum of his computer filling the room. The walls were lined with shelves holding neatly organized tech manuals and books on programming. A framed picture of Y/N sat on his desk, next to a steaming mug of black coffee.

He leaned back in his leather chair, his sharp eyes scanning lines of code on the dual monitors in front of him. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard as he debugged a software issue for a client. The faint scent of wood polish lingered in the air, a sign of his meticulous nature.

As the clock struck 6:00 PM, he paused to stretch, his muscles tensing under his fitted black shirt. His mind wandered briefly to Y/N, and he smirked, thinking of the debate they'd had last night over dinner. He appreciated their ability to challenge him, even if he rarely wavered in his beliefs.

He took a sip of his coffee, savoring the bitterness, and then refocused. Work always came first in his meticulously planned schedule, and tonight was no exception.