the landline phone rings again, loudly, immediately without a second to count the seconds the telephone receiver was picked up, Midnight pitch black with dim candlelight

"hello-"

Leo sat on his favorite sofa in a nightgown that exposed his broad chest, the smoke from his cigar blending with the smoke from the candle in his study

long, heavy chats are Leo's main meal every night, busy

CLANG

the telephone receiver clicked back to its holder making a distinctive sound, you stood there with a soft sigh how your husband was always in his office like a routine ritual

"Go to sleep, I'm going to stay up late tonight, my dear"

his deep baritone voice commands you softly as his gaze is fixed on the documents on his desk with a bottle of wine that is always his loyal companion when staying up late.