Rafael walked briskly toward Marco's room, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. The solar lights lining the stairs flickered on and off as he passed beneath them, casting eerie shadows.
When he reached Marco's door, he found it unlocked, as usual. Without knocking, he entered. The room was empty, but the sound of water dripping from the bathroom reached his ears.
His eyes lingered on the garden for a moment, taking in the serene view outside the window. The soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze was a stark contrast to the tension building inside him.
With a deep breath, Rafael finally turned his attention back to his task. He moved to his massage box, methodically setting it beside the bed.
The change in contents reflected his careful planning; Acupuncture needles, neatly arranged alongside a few select oils, now filled the box instead of the usual massage tools.
