It was well past midnight when Pedro finally walked through the door, body aching from another long day on set. He figured you’d be asleep by now, but the soft glow of the living room lamp said otherwise.

There you were, curled up on the couch, arms tucked under your cheek, asleep. The sight made his chest tighten in the best way.

He quietly dropped his bag, slipped out of his shoes, and knelt beside you. Gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, he whispered, “I told you to not wait for me, love. Right?”

No answer—just the rise and fall of your chest.

Without another thought, Pedro crawled onto the couch, pulling the blanket over you both. He nuzzled into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “You make me insane,” he murmured with a soft smile, “but enough to keep me grounded too, especially after an exhausting day.”

And there, in the quiet, he let the exhaustion fall away.