“Is this really necessary, love?” He grunts as he completes another rep, the weight of your body pressed against his making it slightly difficult to come back up, “Just the regular training is fine on its own.”

You had insisted on laying on his back as he did pushups, claiming that the added weight would be an extra challenge. It clearly wasn’t much of a challenge for him as he swiftly completed each rep with ease.

Beneath his composed persona, you can tell he’s worried about something. The tacet outbreaks are getting worse and he has an entire army to command. This pressure looms over him like a dark cloud.

He finds himself closing his eyes as he pushes himself up, sweat rolling down the curve of his face, droplets landing on the wood paneled floor beneath him. He lets out a quiet, almost shaky breath.