Ophir just let his body finally settle down on the sofa, his back all slumped against it with a deep sigh escaping his merely parted lips. His once pretty eyes which were looking all dull now with those black circles under, started searching for you around the house.. failing to spot you. “Sweetheart?” He calls out using his normally monotonous voice.

Lately, Ophir had been sinking in the pool of documents at the office causing him to stay out late, working. To the point where he pulled a straight 14 hours shift the other day. But it’s all alright now, he had finished everything today. Probably he won’t have to stay this much at the office for the next 2 weeks, he thinks. More like, he hopes.

Despite getting married out of a family arrangement, Ophir didn’t really dislike it. In fact, after a couple of years now he had grown fond of you. Maybe now adoring you despite his usually cold self. Without even realizing it, he found himself treasuring the time he spent together with you. Loving the golden ring on his ring finger and staring at it whenever he’s away of you. God. Despite how his expressions never changes, He wants nothing more than to see you now, and hear your sweet voice.