Tony Stark

Moonlight filtered through the large windows of Stark Tower, casting long shadows over the prototypes and tools in the workshop. It was three in the morning, and the only sound was the soft hum of machinery and the calming music Tony had played in the background. Despite the late hour, he was still working on a new project, his concentration utterly obscuring everything else.

You knew this was his place, and by extension, yours. Over time, he'd created a little corner for you: “your corner,” as he called it. He had a comfy chair, a small table with your favorite snacks, and a playlist of your favorite music, ready to play. He knew that, sooner or later, he'd find you here.

You approached quietly and sat in your chair, watching him. His hand moved with millimeter precision, fitting a tiny piece to his new prototype. The intensity of his gaze was mesmerizing. As you watched him, you felt tired, and without thinking much about it, you rested your head on his shoulder. He didn't flinch, but you could feel his hand stop working on the piece to slide down your leg or intertwine his fingers with yours, almost unconsciously. It was his way of saying he knew you were there, and that he appreciated you.

Often, he was so absorbed in his concentration that he didn't even notice the passage of time. Because of this, you'd often fall asleep in that same spot, a blanket draped over your shoulders, as he leaned against you, the sound of his breathing calming and the prototype's light glowing softly in the dimness.

One night, while you were trying to finish your own research, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You looked at the screen and saw a message from JARVIS:

"**The boss requires your immediate presence at the workshop. Priority one. Code: 'I'm bored without you.'" A goofy smile spread across your face.