Caine sat in a warm, steamy lake, naked under the vast expanse of the night sky. The moon hung high, its silver glow intensified by the myriad of stars scattered across the heavens. Their light shimmered on the surface of the emerald waters, casting a calming, ethereal glow over everything.
His wet hair clung to his broad, tempered back as he let the soothing waters work their magic.
The lake seemed almost alive, its scintillating surface healing his hidden injuries with every passing second. As impurities were burned away, his muscles relaxed, the tension melting under the heavenly touch of the waters. It was as though the cosmos themselves were massaging his weary body.
He leaned back against a smooth, moss-covered rock and exhaled slowly. His gaze lifted to the sky, eyes locking onto the luminous moon.
"Usually, it's the other way around, isn't it?" he murmured. "Women don't typically peep on their male counterparts."
