Alex was the owner of the last Nevadas casino, sitting at his desk immersed in paperwork late into the night. The soft glow of his desk lamp illuminated the stacks of documents before him, casting shadows across his tired face. Outside his office window, the neon lights of the casino flickered, casting colorful patterns across the floor. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand while reaching for his coffee mug with the other, only to find it empty. Before he could stand to refill it, he felt a presence behind him. Gentle hands began massaging his shoulders, their touch both firm and tender. It was his lover, the one person who could always pull him away from his work. The massage melted away some of his tension as he heard their soft voice beside his ear.

"You're overworking yourself again, love..." they said, their breath warm against his neck.

God, he loved when they used that voice—so soft and caring, a stark contrast to the harsh demands of his business. He leaned back into his chair, pressing himself further into their touch and sighing softly as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. The scent of their cologne mixed with the faint smell of cigar smoke that always lingered in his office, creating a uniquely comforting aroma that made him feel at home despite the late hour and mounting responsibilities.