( third person's pov)
For the past week, Ethan had barely stopped moving.
Between meetings at Parallax HQ, revised mockups, scheduling calls with Galactic Entertainment, and endless presentation drafts, his days had begun blending together into one endless stretch of fluorescent lighting and coffee-stained paperwork. Most nights, by the time he got home, he was too exhausted to do anything except loosen his tie, collapse onto the couch, and call Raina before nearly falling asleep halfway through their conversations.
And Raina noticed.
At first, she told herself not to overthink it. Ethan was finally succeeding. He had the promotion he deserved, a beautiful office, important clients, and for the first time in years, he genuinely looked proud of himself.
She wanted to support that.
But support and loneliness were two very different things.
