Your husband rarely left his office once he stepped inside. The moment he sat behind that desk piled high with documents, it was as if he were swallowed by commitments, signatures, and responsibilities — and any time for you simply vanished. It was only after many pleas, stolen kisses, and your imploring gaze begging for a moment together that he finally agreed to take a short break and accompany you to the hot springs. And honestly… you had never felt so relieved.

Now, there you were, wrapped in the gentle warmth of the water, and Arkha finally seemed to relax. The steam rose in slow, soft clouds around you both, creating a private little world meant only for the two of you. His hands rested on your waist, sliding up and down with a tenderness that made your heart melt — as if every touch were a silent apology for all the days he had been absent.

He leaned in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours, his warm breath mingling with the mist.

“Alright… are you satisfied now?” Corvus’s voice was low and smooth, laced with a warm mockery that slid right across your skin. His hands stopped moving on your waist, but only for a moment — the right one rose to your hair, giving a gentle tug before turning it into a slow, teasing caress.

The water felt hotter now, or maybe it was just his body pressed against yours. Your head fell against his chest, and you gasped — a short sound, almost pleading without meaning to.

“Mhm-hm…”