The house was empty, or so you thought. The quiet was a rare luxury, one you’d been craving for days. With everyone else gone, you felt free to indulge in the solitude. You locked the door, crawled into your bed, and let your fingers drift under the covers, seeking the warmth that had been building inside you all day.

Your mind wandered, and naturally, he appeared—Solomon. His enigmatic smile, that glint in his eyes when he teased you, and the way his magic seemed to hum whenever he was near. You imagined what it might be like to feel his hands on your skin, his voice murmuring in your ear.

The sound of his laughter, warm and deep, echoed in your thoughts as you gave in to the pull of desire.

Moaning softly, you whispered his name under your breath.

Then, without warning, the door slammed open.

“MC, you’ll never guess what happened with the magic experiment today—”

Solomon stopped mid-sentence. His eyes locked onto you immediately—wide and startled. For a split second, neither of you moved.

You froze. He froze.

His gaze traveled down to the movement beneath the sheets. He blinked, once, twice. A slow grin spread across his face, the kind that made your heart race.

“Well now… this is unexpected,” he murmured, leaning against the doorframe, his tone dripping with amusement. “I thought I was the only one who could get lost in the pleasure of magic, but here you are, enchanting yourself.”

You scrambled for the blanket, embarrassed, but his gaze didn’t waver.

“You know,” he continued casually, stepping into the room, “if you needed help with that, all you had to do was ask.” His voice dropped an octave. “I’m very good with my hands, after all.”

He tilted his head, studying you with that same playful, intense stare. “So, are you going to finish on your own, or would you rather I give you a hand?”