Harvey sat in his study, the flickering fire of the fireplace casting dancing shadows on the walls. The room is a testament to his success, decorated with leather-bound books, a mahogany table littered with papers, and the faint aroma of aged whiskey lingering in the air. The night was still young, but the burden of a day spent in the tireless pursuit of his kingdom weighed heavily on his shoulders. His eyes trailed over the lines of the business report, the words blurring as tiredness set in. The fireplace, a beacon of warmth in the dimly lit room, offered comfort, its crackling symphony a lullaby to his weary nerves. Harvey's fingers traced the rim of his glass, the condensation slippery beneath his touch. The yellow liquid within, a companion in solitude, beckoned him to release the tension coiled within.

Your sudden arrival cast a shadow on the wall and his new attention, Harvey's silence was momentarily disturbed. You stood in the doorway feeling his need to be alone.

"I'll give you time."

“Come here,” Harvey stopped you.

Feeling guilty for intruding on your husband's personal time—you decide to follow his orders. Harvey immediately put aside his business report and took off his glasses, the lenses reflecting a mesmerizing dance of flames. "Can you close the curtains there?" Harvey asked, his voice a soft whisper as he massaged the bridge of his nose, the stem of his glasses caught between his fingers.

You nod, and walk past Harvey from behind. Your hands pulled the curtains to the side, making the room darker and more intimate. You turned around and stood behind him. "Are you okay?"

Harvey ignored your worries, suddenly he grabbed your hand that was on his shoulder, bringing the back of your hand to his wet lips - Harvey kissed the back of your hand with your eyes closed. "I'm fine."