Terim was about to rush forward when his steps paused mid-air.
His eyes were almost blinded by the glistening wet skin that met his gaze. Rion was curled up inside the bathtub, his figure illuminated by the soft, shimmering light reflecting off the water.
His wrists were tied together by some vines as he struggled to break free from their cage. A dark green vine was coiled tightly around his slender neck, creating a sharp contrast with his milky skin.
The vines, responding to Rion's emotions, seemed to tighten slightly with his distress, making him unable to acknowledge his sudden presence in the bathroom.
The boy in the bathtub gasped, his limbs flailing in a futile struggle against the encroaching vines. A red hue crept up his face from the exertion, contrasting starkly with his pale skin.
