THIRD PERSON POV.
Mark sank deeper into the scorching hot bath, his muscles felt so relaxed as the warm water enveloped him. Elizabeth's skilled fingers worked their magic, kneading away the tension that had been building up in his shoulders. The soft, gentle strokes were a balm to his frazzled nerves, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
But as the minutes ticked by, Elizabeth noticed that Mark's usual laughter and banter were absent. He was not responding to her playful jokes, and his face wore a deep frown, his brow furrowed in concern. She paused in her massage, her hands hovering above his skin as she asked, "Hey, what is wrong? You have been quiet for a while now."
Mark's eyes snapped open, and he gazed up at Elizabeth, it was clear by the look
