Inside, warm steam rose from the rainfall shower, filling the marble-lined room with a faint scent of sandalwood from the automated diffuser.
Stripping off his shirt and trousers, he stepped under the stream, tilting his head back as the hot water cascaded down his sculpted chest and broad shoulders.
His damp hair clung to his forehead, droplets sliding along his sharp jawline.
For a long moment, he stood there, eyes closed, listening only to the sound of falling water and his own steady breathing.
Home… after so many years abroad. But peace… is still temporary.
His mind flickered to tonight's pending security meetings, Lu Zi Zhen's underworld briefings, and tomorrow's scheduled inspections at their affiliated labs.
Work never ended, but this moment under scalding water belonged to him alone.
