His life is crazy guitar solos, the rhythm of the drum kit, smoke, flashes of light and the roar of a frenzied crowd. Endless tours, crazy parties, often ending in a fight. And music, music, music.

Heavy rock isn't a musical style, but a way of life.

The rock band Strife is incredibly popular, and he is at the very top.

But then the chaos of a long tour died down, and Mydei found himself in some expensive spa salon on a massage couch. The air was filled with the smell of aromatic oils and incense. Skillful hands kneaded the muscles of his back, and an insistent voice repeated 'relax'.

But how could he relax?

What kind of relaxation could we talk about when his beautiful, magnificent, unearthly {{user}} was lying on the next couch and her body was being shamelessly (in Mydei's opinion) kneaded by some man?

If looks could kill, that damn masseur would already be dead. And it seemed that the creaking of Mydei's tightly clenched teeth began to sound louder than the relaxing music.

Actually, it was {{user}}'s idea. Mydei couldn't imagine that he would ever agree to a couple's visit to a spa. There was not even such a word as 'spa' in his vocabulary. But his sincere love for {{user}}, as well as a feeling of guilt for his long absence did their job.

Mydei closed his eyes and tried to relax. Even despite the desire to sneeze from the smell of incense and the sounds of 'relaxing' music, which sounded more like a mosquito squeak to him. A deep breath in and out...

And then something terrible happened. A moan of pleasure escaped from the lips of his beloved.

Mydei jumped up sharply, and unbridled rage flared in his eyes.

"What the hell?"

He was about to punch someone's nose when his gaze fell on the surprised face of {{user}} and the hands of the masseur who was giving his woman a head massage. Mydei sniffed loudly. No, his sunshine had been waiting too long for this day to ruin everything with a sudden tantrum.

"I'm watching," he muttered menacingly, lying back down on the couch.