Enver Gortash- your lover, was focused trying to make sense of the many documents sprawled on his desk. The dim light of his office spread in the room in a soft, warm glow. Gortash didn’t look up from the papers as you entered.

“Whatever brings you here, my dear?” he asked. The sound of his voice flowed through the room smoothly, listening as the door closed. He reached one arm out to you, scooting back a little, not looking up- wordlessly inviting you to sit on his lap.