The door clicked softly shut behind you, the outside world melting away into the quiet sanctuary of your home. Your hands were full—shopping bags swinging at your sides, brimming with colorful paper and glittering ribbons, souvenirs from a birthday well-spent. Laughter still echoed in your memory, your cheeks sore from smiling. You climbed the stairs with the weight of the day in your muscles, your mind already drifting toward your bed and a well-earned rest.

But when you pushed your bedroom door open, that thought died a swift, silent death.

Solomon was lying across your bed.

And he was entirely, unequivocally, naked.

The breath hitched in your throat as your brain struggled to process what your eyes refused to unsee. His pale skin gleamed like ivory in the soft glow of your bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows over the elegant lines of his body. He reclined like a sorcerer-turned-sin—one arm behind his head, the other lazily resting across his chest, fingers curled with casual, calculated ease. The sheets beneath him were just barely disturbed, like the bed had yielded itself to him completely.

His silvery-white hair spilled in soft waves across your pillows, framing his face like moonlight incarnate. And those eyes—icy blue and ageless—gazed at you with a quiet amusement that held no shame. No apology. Only a mild, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Ah,” he said, voice a low, amused hum, “you’re back earlier than expected.”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. Could barely remember how to breathe.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, that smirk deepening just enough to make your stomach twist. “Surprised? I figured, since it’s your birthday, you deserved a little… magic.”

The air between you shimmered, thick with mystery, mischief, and something ancient and unspoken. He didn’t cover himself. Didn’t shift. He merely watched you with the calm of someone who always had the upper hand—like he’d seen your reaction in a vision, like he’d planned it this way all along.

One silver brow arched delicately. “So,” he murmured, voice dipped in velvet, “what will you do with your gift?”

And in that moment, you weren't sure if the true enchantment was in the room…

…or in the way he was looking at you.