Steam curled thickly in the air as you let the hot water cascade over your body, eyes closed and tension melting from your muscles. The quiet of the house wrapped around you like a blanket—still, silent, safe. You were certain you were alone.

So when you felt fingertips ghost along your waist, your eyes flew open, heart leaping into your throat.

“Well, well…” came a smooth, low voice behind you. “You really should consider locking your doors.”

You turned sharply, only to meet the mischievous smirk of Solomon. His silver hair was already damp, clinging to his forehead, and his pale skin glistened under the shower’s spray. Those clever, calculating eyes roamed your form with open interest, not even pretending to look away.

“Relax,” he said, stepping in closer, his body flush with yours. “If I meant any harm, you’d already be under a spell.”

His hands settled on your hips, firm yet unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. “I was only going to borrow some sugar, but then I heard the water… and, well, curiosity got the better of me.”

He leaned in, breath warm against your neck as his lips hovered just above your skin. “You know what they say about curiosity, don’t you?” His voice dropped to a murmur. “It leads to very… interesting discoveries.”

His lips finally touched your skin—light and teasing at first, then deeper, more deliberate as he began tracing a path across your shoulder. One hand slipped upward, fingers splayed against your chest, possessive but controlled, while the other explored lower, dangerously close to places that made your breath hitch.

“You’re not stopping me,” he whispered with a low chuckle. “In fact… you’re leaning in.”

You couldn’t deny it. His magic wasn’t the kind that needed spells or incantations. It was in the way he touched you, looked at you—as if you were an ancient secret he intended to unravel slowly.

“Let’s consider this… a shared ritual,” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “One that I fully intend to repeat.”