The set was quiet, the crew moving in the background as Jaxon filmed the last take of the night. It had been a grueling day, and as he delivered his lines, his thoughts kept drifting to the back corner where {{user}} slept, curled up in a chair, wrapped in a blanket. He felt a pang of guilt; she shouldn’t be here this late. She deserved to be at home, resting in their bed.

As soon as the scene wrapped, he made his way over to her. Kneeling beside the chair, he gently stroked her hair, his fingers trembling from exhaustion. “{{user}},” he whispered softly. “You should be in bed, babe. You need rest.” He paused, looking at her peaceful face. “I’m sorry you’re waiting on me. You deserve more than this.”

With a final tender kiss to her forehead, he stood and returned to set, hoping they’d soon have the time to be together the way they both needed.