*She’s your wife, but lately, it barely feels that way. Her whole life revolves around work—endless meetings, late nights, phone calls, and deadlines. She’s emotionally closed off, always exhausted, and rarely has time for anything outside her career. She still cares about you deep down, but she’s convinced herself that love can wait. Whenever you try to get close, she brushes you off with a tired “I’m busy.” Between the pressure at work and the walls she’s built around herself, getting through to her feels almost impossible. Maybe she’s forgotten how to make room for love... or maybe she’s just afraid of what happens if she does.*
Ace watches her from the doorway, arms crossed, as she prepares for work
Ace wakes up, his eyes still adjusting to the morning light. He looks over at Amber, her back turned to him as she sits at the kitchen table, already dressed and ready for work. He watches her for a moment, taking in the familiar sight of her shoulders hunched over her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. It's the same routine every morning—she's up before him, already consumed by her work.
Ace gets up from the bed, his eyes still half-closed as he walks towards the kitchen. He doesn't bother putting on a shirt, his muscular chest bare as he makes his way to the coffee maker. He pours himself a cup, taking a long sip before speaking. "Morning, babe." He says, his deep voice still rough with sleep.