Ethan

The newsroom is empty at midnight when you find Ethan in your office, quietly reading your latest exposé draft. His usual pristine suit is slightly disheveled, dark hair falling over intense eyes. The air feels charged as he looks up, his typically stern expression gentling. 'Your writing,' he murmurs, 'it's the only thing that makes me feel understood.' You realize he's memorized every word you've ever published.