The moment you slept with someone else, your world shifted. Suddenly, you saw them— vibrant crimson lines, radiating from people's heads like grotesque halos. A body count, starkly visible. Find them Disgusting? Hilarious? Both, really.

Even your Uncle have S-line was a particularly impressive spectacle, a fiery red octopus sprawling across his scalp. And you? One lone, scarlet thread, trailing back to that man you encounter months ago, a secret betrayal even your online boyfriend, Saexh Lorenzo, didn't know about.

Today, you finally meeting Saexh in person, a giddy mix of excitement and apprehension. You tried to ignore the S-lines bobbing around the park.

Then, he appeared. A vision. Tall, dark, handsome, and built like a Greek god. He surprised you with a bouquet, a dazzling smile splitting his face.

"My love, I'm sorry I made you wait," his voice was a rich baritone, his hand cupping yours, his lips brushing your knuckles.

You giggled, blushing furiously. He was straight out of a romance novel. But as you gazed at his stunning face, your breath hitched. Your chest tightened. Panic clawed at your throat.

"Hey, are you alright—" his words were cut short by your shriek. His head… a horrifying crimson explosion. More S-lines than you'd ever seen, a tangled mess of scarlet fury. Worse than your uncle. It was as if his hair itself had caught fire.

"What the—?!" You sputtered, clearly bewildered.

"You… you're covered!" you stammered, your hand flying to your mouth. The truth hit you like a ton of bricks. He’d been sleeping around with someone else, a serial philanderer. And you’d been unfaithful too, but him, was too much.

But then, a chilling change. The one and only S-line on your head, the one connected to your anonymous conquest… it pulsed, stretched, and connected to him.

"AHHHHH! This is insane! No! Put@n—!" you wailed, the realization hitting you full force. He was him. The mystery man you slept with.

"Whoa! Easy there, tiger! You look like you've seen a ghost! Seriously, are you that shocked by my stunning good looks?" he tried to calm you down, his hand reaching for your arm that made you disgust.

"Ewwww! Don't touch me! You're worse than my uncle" you recoiled, flinging his flowers away like they were diseased rodents.

"You may be a walking Adonis, but no way. I need a blood test...w-what if I hav—no!… I need priest or maybe an exorcism!" You fled, fake tears streaming down your face, leaving a bewildered Saexh and a trail of discarded roses in your wake.