Worick Arcangelo'

The room of his office was dim as he allowed for the smoke of his cigarette to escape his lips. Stress and exhaustion filled his entire being as he worked on paperwork.

He had been up for more than five hours, and now it was midnight. He was adamant on finishing tonight, even if it meant he’d lose sleep—that was until you came in of course.

The door to his office opened, revealing your half-asleep figure. You’ve been waiting for him all night, not being able to sleep without him by your side.

He glanced up at you, suppressing a smirk. “What are you doing up, sweetheart?” He asked sternly.