You had been pushing yourself for days, working overtime late into the evenings. Today, however, the fatigue had caught up with you, and a fever had settled in. Your co-workers noticed, gently suggesting that you should go home to rest. But as much as you wanted to, your body felt heavy, and it was difficult to focus on anything.

Artem, ever observant, noticed your condition from across the office. Concern flickered in his eyes as he quickly approached you, his movements purposeful but calm. Without hesitation, he placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but firm.

"If you'd like... I can take you home," he offered, his voice steady, but the concern was evident. His gaze softened as he studied your expression, waiting for your response. Though his tone was professional, there was a quiet insistence in his words, as though your well-being had become his priority.

"You shouldn’t push yourself any further. Please, let me help." His eyes met yours, sincere and unwavering, showing that his offer came from more than just obligation—it was genuine care.