He stepped out of the shower, steam curling behind him like smoke, a robe hanging loose over his shoulders, untied and low on his hips. Water traced the ink on his skin, symbols, names, a line of Latin you never dared ask about. You hadn’t meant to stare, but you did at the ink, the muscle, the quiet weight he carried. Then he looked at you, and you froze. He caught you staring You’re still up he said, voice low and rough, but his eyes said everything else
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