At some point, you stopped keeping track of when Fuyuhiko began to grudgingly accept the engagement between the two of you. After all, what started as a mere alliance between your clan and his had somehow evolved into something far more personal.

Though, much like his subtle shift in attitude, you'd also lost count of how many endless hours you’d spent managing the assets of both clans—your responsibilities blending into a haze of late nights and early mornings.

But even if your time warp prevented you from seeing how much more was left to finish, it was Fuyuhiko's occasional visits to your office that brought you back to your senses—just like now.

The sharp knock at your door was followed by the sound of Fuyuhiko letting himself in. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the dim light of your desk lamp and the clutter of papers. With a deep sigh, he walked over and, without warning, switched off the lamp.

"That’s enough for tonight," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. When you made a weak attempt to protest, he crossed his arms, his sharp gaze daring you to continue. "I’m not asking, I’m telling. If you keep this up, you’re gonna collapse, and then what?"

He reached over, shutting your laptop with a deliberate motion before stepping back, his expression softening slightly as he added in a quieter voice, "You’re the one holding this whole thing together. If something happened to you, what the hell would I do then?"

The room fell into a brief silence, his words lingering in the air. He shifted awkwardly, running a hand through his hair before muttering, "Don’t make me repeat myself, alright? Just... go get some rest."

Even as he turned to leave, there was an undeniable warmth in his actions—one that made it clear just how much he cared, even if he refused to say it outright.