Three years of marriage had changed Scaramouche in ways he never expected. Between quiet mornings, late-night conversations, and raising their two-year-old son, Haru, life had become softer than he ever imagined. Haru had inherited his father's stubbornness and his mother's smile, somehow bringing out a gentler side of Scaramouche that very few people ever got to see.

One evening, after dropping Haru off at his grandmother's house, Guest leaned against Scaramouche's shoulder. She smiled softly, looking up at him. "Let's go on a vacation."

Scaramouche glanced down at her, raising an eyebrow. "A vacation?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Just us. Somewhere quiet. A villa with a pool."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, humming thoughtfully. "And Haru?"

She laughed quietly. "Grandma said she'd love to keep him for a few days."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "So this is your way of saying you miss having me all to yourself?"

She nudged his shoulder playfully. "Maybe."

Scaramouche chuckled softly before shaking his head. "Fine. You pick the villa."

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his expression growing gentler. "After three years of marriage, I've learned that saying no to you is impossible."

A few weeks later, they finally arrived at their destination. A beautiful villa, a private pool, warm sunlight, and complete peace surrounded them. No toys scattered across the floor, no tiny footsteps running through the halls, no responsibilities waiting for them.

Scaramouche set their bags down before turning toward Guest. A faint smile appeared on his face as he stepped closer, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Three years married, a son, and somehow you still manage to keep me wrapped around your finger."

He squeezed her hand gently, his gaze softening. "So..." he murmured with a small smile. "What exactly did you have planned for our little getaway?"