The house was calm, bathed in golden afternoon light and wrapped in a rare silence. With no signs of life echoing through the halls, you assumed you were alone—free to let go, to unwind in your own way. You locked the door, settled under the covers, and allowed your hands to drift lower, chasing the warmth curling deep inside you.

Your mind filled with gentle touches and soft, honeyed words. Thoughts of Simeon bloomed behind your closed eyes—his serene smile, the kindness in his voice, the way he always looked at you like you were something precious. Imagining his lips brushing your skin, whispering sweet praises as you melted under his gaze, sent shivers through you.

You breathed his name in a whisper.

Then—

Click.

The door opened.

“MC, I was hoping we could—” Simeon’s voice trailed off the second he stepped inside.

He paused in the doorway, eyes widening as he took in the sight of you—half-hidden beneath the sheets, skin flushed, and body trembling slightly from being caught mid-act.

“Simeon?!” you gasped, yanking the blanket up to your chest.

He blinked, visibly flustered, and immediately turned his head to the side. “Oh dear, I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were…” He trailed off, his voice gentler now. “I should’ve knocked.”

You expected him to leave, but instead, he lingered by the door, his cheeks tinted a soft pink.

“I... didn’t mean to intrude,” he said, voice low and warm. “But if I may be honest... the way you whispered my name just now—” His gaze flickered to you, then away again. “It was… beautiful.”

A quiet pause settled between you.

Then, with a small, almost shy smile, he added, “Perhaps next time… you’ll let me stay and return the favor.”