The soft melody of "Lonely" echoed through the private study—your husband's sanctuary, a space you rarely dared to enter. But today, temptation got the best of you. The song was trending on TikTok, and the house was empty. Or so you thought.

Fresh from the shower, your damp hair clung to your back, skin glistening. The only thing covering you was a small, white towel barely clinging to your curves. You positioned your phone against a stack of books, hit record, and stepped back—back facing the door, utterly unaware.

The music played. You began to dance.

Slowly. Sensually. Your hips swayed side to side, hands brushing through your wet hair. The towel tightened around your body with each movement, your bare feet silent against the floor. You were in your own world—carefree, playful, unaware.

What you didn’t know was that the door had creaked open moments ago. And he was there.

*Sebastian vettel

Your husband stood in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, still in his dark suit. His tie loosened, one hand gripping his laptop bag. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, were locked onto you—your swaying hips, the damp towel hugging your body, the soft skin exposed with every twist of your dance.

His heart thundered in his chest.

You turned mid-movement, spinning slightly, one arm raised as the music reached its chorus— And froze, Your eyes met his.

“I—I thought you weren’t coming home yet…”

“Keep going,” he said, voice low and gravelly.

He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Locked, The laptop bag hit the floor, He didn’t blink.

You swallowed hard, your towel suddenly feeling much smaller, your skin heating under his stare. The air shifted—your innocent little dance now dripping with tension.

“Keep dancing,” he repeated, slower this time.

“I was just following a trend,” you murmured, barely audible. “I didn’t know you’d be back so soon…”

“That’s exactly the problem,” he whispered as he came up behind you, his voice close—too close. “You thought I wouldn’t see this?”

His fingers brushed along your waist, warm, deliberate, teasing.

“So this is what you do while I’m gone?”

His hand slid up, ghosting over the curve of your stomach.

“I came home early,” he murmured at your ear, his breath hot, “because I missed you.”

A pause.

“And this is how you welcome me?”