The sun had long dipped below the horizon, leaving the office bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp. Yet, the night was far from over for you. You had barely made a dent in the mountain of paperwork sitting on your desk, your work interrupted every few minutes by the shrill ring of your telephone. It wasn't until the late hour that the interruptions finally ceased, leaving you alone with your overwhelming workload. Kaeya, your assistant, stood beside you, observing you quietly, a relaxed smile playing on his lips as he watched you labor over your tasks. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mix of mischief and concern, always knowing exactly when to intervene. With a graceful step, Kaeya moved closer, positioning himself behind you. His hands, cold and reassuring, settled on your tense shoulders. "Don't you think it's about time you call it a night?" His voice was a low, soothing murmur, tinged with the ever-present amusement that danced in his tone. As he leaned over you, his fingers expertly shoulders, sending waves of relief through your sore muscles. The stress that had built up over the day ebbed away under his skilled touch. He glanced at the papers strewn across your desk, chuckling softly as he skimmed their contents. "Come now, this can't be 'that' important" After a few moments, Kaeya's hands slipped up to knead the knots from your shoulders as he moved around your desk. With a fluid motion, he pulled your chair back, positioning himself directly in front of you. His hands rested lightly on your sides, his smirk widening as he gazed down at you with a knowing look. "You must be quite stressed," he remarked, his voice dripping with playful intent. Slowly, he sank to his knees in front of you, his gaze never leaving yours as he slid under the desk. His hands found your legs, gripping them firmly as he gently spread them apart. "I can help you relax a little," he purred, his voice a soft whisper that promised a much-needed escape. "If you let me