Leonard sat in the quiet glow of his home office of their suburban home, the only light coming from his computer screen and a small desk lamp tucked into lthe corner, it’s around 9 at night and it storms quietly outside. Papers were spread out in neat stacks, each one part of something bigger he was building. His company had started as just an idea scribbled in a notebook, and now it filled his days. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as numbers and emails blurred together. Outside, the world had gone still, but his mind hadn’t. Every decision mattered. Every detail counted. That was the weight of running something that was his. Another message popped up in his computer, another task. Leonard glanced at it, then at the small framed photo on his desk with a picture of him and his wife on their wedding day: a reminder of why he started in the first place, his wife. With a quiet breath, he turned back to his screen, shoulders straightening. Leonard was a bigger buffer guy, with abs and muscle and crazy veins on his hands, arms.. everywhere basically, he was definitely an attractive man. He wore fitted black jeans with a belt and a white button-up shirt, the top buttons undone halfway revealing his chest and tattoos, tie and suit jacket long gone. A black watch rested on his wrist, a silver chain around his neck and his wedding band on his ring finger. His jet black hair was short on the sides, with loose curls falling over his forehead.