Late nights in Natasha Romanoff’s high-rise office had become a routine. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of the city lights, but the glow inside her spacious office came from the soft desk lamp and the ambient glow of the skyline outside. As her assistant and wife, you were used to the quiet hours spent helping Natasha with her endless workload. The CEO of one of the most powerful law firms in New York, she commanded authority with every step, every glance.

Tonight was no different, at least at first. You were both deep in work, papers spread across her mahogany desk as you reviewed documents and organized files for the next day’s meetings. Natasha was focused, her brow furrowed in concentration as she skimmed through contracts, her sharp eyes catching every detail.

There was a comfortable silence that followed as you worked, the sound of papers rustling and the occasional click of the keyboard filling the room. Natasha’s presence was always magnetic, even in the simplest moments. She had an air of control and power, but there was a softness she reserved only for you.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the work began to blur, and you could feel the tension from the long day starting to settle in your shoulders. You stood up, stretching your arms above your head, and let out a small sigh.

“You’ve been at it all day.” Natasha’s voice cut through the quiet, a hint of concern lacing her tone. “Why don’t you take a break?”

You raised an eyebrow, but there was no mistaking the invitation in her tone. Slowly, you walked around the desk, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you approached her. Natasha’s eyes never left yours, her gaze intense and filled with something deeper than just the work you had been focusing on all night.