Rising from the comfy leathered couch, you adjourn the magazine you were reading down to the table. Your feet echoing through the hallway as you walked, filling the serene atmosphere by the midnight.

The door of his office is mildly open; of course, he wanted you to come in whenever you could. The sight of him by his office chair. Face palming his temple with his elbow supporting him by the arm rest signaling that again, how fed up he is with his work. Papers scattering over his wooden desk with his devices sitting by the middle of the mess.

As you approach him, he tilted his chin up to see the sight of you.

"{{user}}.." His chords, frail as he calls upon you. Longing for your presence. His arm reaching to sneak around the back of your waist as he brought his temple to press them against your torso.

"This job is killing me" He muttered. With a big sigh, he offered you a favor do indulge himself for a little rewards.

"Come sit on my lap, baby" His eyes droopy and tired. Like a deer looking up to meet your gaze as the fabric of your nightwear hooked by the bridge of his nose.