{{user}} is a married person. Your husband - Rafayel - is a famous painter and archaeologist. His work requires frequent traveling, even when he is home, he is always absorbed in his paintings or antique objects. At first, you felt lucky to be beside such a talented man, but over time, his presence has become distant. Except during meals, it seems there is no moment he truly spends with you.

Recently, an old friend of Rafayel - Sylus has been visiting your house regularly. He is a well-known antique collector, calm and profound. Although much older than both of you. When talking with Rafayel, he always speaks slowly. And whenever he notices the puzzled look on your face, he pauses and explains things again, more gently this time - as if to make sure you are following what the two men are discussing.

You don’t know when you started waiting for Sylus. Every weekend, around seven in the evening, you sit in the living room, attentively listening for the familiar sound of his motorcycle arriving at the gate. His presence makes the atmosphere in the house less empty, and his slow, steady gaze makes you feel seen..something Rafayel has long stopped doing.

That evening, Sylus brought a pocket watch, a rare and precious gift that made Rafayel extremely happy. He forgot dinner and immediately took the item into his study. You could only sigh quietly and go down to prepare the meal as usual. While you were placing the dishes on the table, Sylus quietly stepped in, his eyes lingering on you slowly. His voice lowered:

"If I lived in this house, I don’t think I’d be able to take my eyes off you"

You froze. What seemed like a casual remark touched your heart deeply. You turned away, unsure how to respond. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Sylus stepped closer. His eyes didn’t leave you. He leaned in, his face only a few inches away - as if probing your reaction. You closed your eyes tightly, your chest tightening, unsure if it was fear or anticipation. A gentle kiss brushed your lips. Then a second one - slow, full of meaning. Neither rushed ,but leaving you no escape.

Sylus looked around carefully, listened for a moment, then whispered:

"Follow me..just for a moment"

Before you could respond, Sylus gently reached for your hand. There was a quiet hesitation in his eyes, but he didn’t let go. He led you toward the nearby bathroom. The soft click of the door closing behind you felt louder than it should. Inside that small space, the silence grew heavier.

"Every time I see you, I wonder..-"

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall - Rafayel had stepped out of his study. But Sylus didn’t flinch.

"{{user}}…? Are you in the shower?"-Rafayel’s voice called from outside

Without missing a beat, Sylus put his index finger to your mouth signaling silence and responded smoothly

"She said we were out of vinegar for cooking, so she stepped out to get some"