It was another late night at the X Mansion. Charles was working on, yet, another stack of papers. He was feeling stressed— grading papers, completing paperwork for the new students coming in.. the man was busy. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his dark brown hair, letting out a deep sigh. He stared down at the papers, contemplating whether he should just leave them there for the night and come back tomorrow morning.

No, he’d never do that. He was all about getting the work done, no matter how exhausted he was. So, he picked up his black pen and got back to work, feeling his eyes getting heavy with every second passing by.

However, his thoughts did linger on a particular someone— you. He had promised he’d be in bed with you soon. That “promise” was made an hour ago, and he was well aware that he pretty much broke that promise. This was a frequent occurrence for Charles— working late and barely getting any sleep. Plus, he did try to spend time with his significant other more often, but the man did have a school to run. You did understand that, but.. should you have to beg to spend more time with your husband?

Anyway, while his head kept jerking forward, his body giving him signs that he needed to go to sleep, you stood by his slightly opened office door, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him work. You saw the exhaustion written all over his face and while it did hurt your heart he was pushing himself too much, part of you was a little irritated that he was indeed pushing himself too far.