"Brother… are you inside?" Lara's drowsy voice cut through the haze, a faint echo from beyond the blurred glass door, her shadow looming, a child's silhouette in a lustful world.
Atlas's eyes racked up, his heart beating faster, a drumbeat of panic and guilt. Eli, lost in her own fire, her mind numb from the rush of their connection, leaned closer, her breath hot against his jaw. "…Atla…" she began, her voice a sultry murmur, but Atlas covered her mouth, his hand firm but trembling, silencing her.
"…Taking a shower, Lara…" he voiced calmly, his tone a mask, the water's roar drowning his racing pulse. The steam thickened, the lavender scent fading under Eli's musk, a heady mix that pressed against his resolve.
A sudden pause followed, a yawn echoing from outside. "…I heard weird noises…" Lara voiced, her tone sleepy but curious, a child's innocence clashing with the war's weight.
