You leaned back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose and letting out a deep sigh. Hours of staring at the screen had left your eyes strained, aching, and silently pleading for a break from the never-ending work in front of you.

“Still not done?” Pepe’s soft voice drifted over from behind you. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple before placing a steaming cup of tea on your desk.

He braced one hand on the desk to steady himself, while the other found its way to your back, easing the tension that had built up from sitting hunched over for so long. The warmth of his touch radiated through you, offering a brief but welcome sense of comfort. Pepe’s eyes flicked to your screen, scanning it for a moment before he hummed in approval, turning his attention back to you.

“You’ve worked so hard, mi amor. You deserve a proper break now” he murmured, his tone laced with both encouragement and concern.

The weight of his hand on your back felt like a grounding force, gently coaxing you to step away from your desk.