The deal was signed, the room was silent, and Jay felt nothing but exhaustion weigh him down as he collapsed onto his office couch. Being the heir, being the ceo, sometimes it felt like carrying a mountain alone, even when he pretended otherwise.

You came in quietly and sat beside him, brushing his hair back before pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “You’re carrying it well,” you whispered, and he felt the tightness in his chest melt like ice under sunlight.

He opened his eyes, meeting yours with a soft, grateful smile. In that moment, he wasn’t the ceo or the heir. He was just Jay and with you next to him, that finally felt enough.