Upon entering the house, an unexpected hush greeted him. The echoes of his footsteps seemed to reverberate in the empty space, creating a silence that enveloped him like a shroud. With the longing for a refreshing shower tugging at him, Jaegar ventured further into the depths of the house.
His steps led him to the bathroom, a mundane destination for a much-needed respite. The door swung open under his touch, revealing a sight that seized his senses and held him captive.
There she was—Fiona. A vision of delicate beauty, her form was caught in the intimate dance of water droplets cascading down her skin. Time seemed to waver, caught between the delicate tension of surprise and admiration. His eyes were drawn to her, and his breath was stolen as her presence painted a portrait of vulnerability and allure. There she was standing naked, wiping herself with the towel, her private parts were laid before all his eyes could take them in whole.
