Your eyes were heavy. The dimly lit and cold room didn't help your situation. You wanted nothing more than to rest your head and let go of your duties as Prime Minister.

Kawasaki Shinsuke stood idly behind—Silently observing as you worked. He was a beautiful man—and a hard worker.

“Prime Minister. Why don’t you retire to your chambers?”

His voice was soft and warm. Putting a hand on your back, he set the papers aside. He won't take no for an answer. After all, you were his beloved.