Lor rolled his shoulders back, letting his breath even out, the room's golden light casting shadows across his average build.
He raised one hand, palm up, and a low, hissing mist formed around him—the moisture pulled from the air itself, drawn to his skin like a living shroud, condensing into droplets that traced his form. I
n seconds, his shirt clung to him, soaked through, outlining the subtle muscles beneath, water dripping from his chin, his tousled black hair plastered across his forehead like he'd stepped through a waterfall, rivulets running down his neck and chest.
Then came the second part—heat bloomed at his core, radiating outward in a wave that made the air shimmer.
Steam billowed from him in slow, coiling tendrils, rising in spirals that kissed the ceiling, the vapor carrying a faint, clean scent of rain and warmth.
His clothes dried on his frame, wrinkles flattening as if ironed by invisible hands, the fabric warming against his skin like a lover's touch.
