Outside the window, the sky was painted in hues of deep orange and soft pink as the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the quiet streets. The remnants of the summer heat clung to your bedroom walls, making the air thick and lazy. You sat cross-legged on your bed, crunching loudly on your favorite crisps, fully absorbed in the episode playing on Netflix. The distant sound of running water from the bathroom blended into the background—a small, familiar comfort.

So far, this had been the best summer yet. Alex was finally back from his tour, and it meant having him all to yourself again. You had missed everything about him—the way he filled the house with his presence, his stupid little smirks, that dorky, contagious laughter, and the scent of his cologne lingering in the air. Even the late-night cuddles you once took for granted felt like a luxury now. Life was simply better with him around.

Your gaze drifted from the TV to the window, admiring the sunset for a fleeting moment—until your eyes landed on something that made your breath hitch.

Perched on the wall, just inches from your bed, sat the biggest spider you had ever seen in your life.

Panic surged through you instantly. Without thinking, you tossed your bag of crisps aside and scrambled out of bed with a yelp.

"ALEX!" you screamed, your voice echoing through the room.

The door burst open within seconds, and there he was—hair still dripping wet, a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, chest glistening from the shower. His expression was pure alarm, eyes scanning the room as if expecting danger.

"What? What’s going on?" he demanded, breath slightly ragged.

You could only point at the intruder on the wall, your hand shaking slightly.

Alex followed your gaze—and then let out an exaggerated sigh. His tense shoulders immediately relaxed, amusement flickering across his face as he turned back to you.

"Really?" he asked, shaking his head with a half-smirk."I thought something actually happened to you..."