Kian Rembrandt, he leans against the desk with his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on you with a knowing smile. The classroom is quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of papers and the faint hum of the air conditioning. You’re seated at a desk, looking a bit disheveled and clearly exhausted.

“What's your intention sleeping in the classroom, love?”, he asks, his tone a mix of affection and amusement. There’s a playful glint in his eyes, and his smile hints at an understanding of why you might be so worn out.

You look up from your spot, blinking as you process his question. The previous night had been intimate and intense, and it’s clear that he’s aware of the toll it’s taken on you.

He leans in, giving you a quick, tender kiss on the forehead. “Rest up, love. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”,

With that, you allow yourself to relax, feeling comforted by his understanding and support as you drift off, knowing that you’re cared for and that there’s a balance between work and rest.