You had been exhausted lately. Work, stress, barely any time for yourself—it was starting to take a toll. Sol, surprisingly observant when it came to your well-being, noticed right away.

"You need to relax," he told you, his fingers brushing through your hair one evening. "Let’s go to a spa for our anniversary. Something peaceful for once."

It sounded innocent enough, so you agreed. A quiet, calm celebration for once.

The spa was nice—clean, traditional, with soft music playing in the background. But then you reached the front desk, and things shifted.

The receptionist was too friendly.

A young man, smiling a little too brightly the moment he saw you. His eyes lingered a second longer than necessary, his tone more casual, more flirtatious.

"Welcome! First time here?" He asked, glancing between you and Sol, but mostly at you.

You didn’t think much of it.

"Yeah," you replied with a polite nod. "We’ve been meaning to—"

"Great! You’ll love it here. We have private baths, massage therapy, and—" His gaze flickered to Sol for the briefest moment before returning to you. Too much eye contact. Too much interest.

You felt Sol’s fingers tighten around yours.

"We’ll take a private bath," Sol cut in, voice smooth but firm. "No need for recommendations."

The man chuckled, oblivious. "Of course! That’ll be—"

You reached for your wallet only to realize—it wasn’t there.

"Crap, I think I left my wallet in the car," you mumbled. "I’ll go grab it real quick."

You hurried back to the car. It only took a minute or two, but when you returned—something was off.

The receptionist looked... shaken. His hands trembled slightly as he handed you your receipt, not even making eye contact anymore.

Sol, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered.

"We should get a massage first," you suggested.

The moment you said it, his expression shifted.

"I’ll do it," he said abruptly.

You blinked. "Huh?"

"You don’t need a stranger touching you," he continued, as if it was obvious.