Amidst the gentle mist that enveloped them, Kan and Aunt Layla stood beneath the soothing cascade of the hot shower. The steam-kissed air swirled around them, carrying with it a sense of intimate seclusion. The soft sound of water droplets harmonized with the rhythm of their breaths, creating a tranquil symphony that seemed to echo through the space.
The bathroom, once a canvas of simple elegance, had transformed into a sanctuary of shared intimacy. The tiles, warmed by the embrace of the steam, exuded a gentle radiance that danced in the play of light. The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a subtle aura, lending an ethereal quality to their surroundings.
As the water cascaded over them, its warm embrace was like a healing balm, washing away the cares of the day. Aunt Layla's presence, a source of comfort and connection, radiated a serene energy that Kan found himself drawn to.
