Chapter 455 – Diplomatic Lounge
The moment the bathroom door shut behind him, he exhaled long and low, like he'd been holding it since appetizers.
Steam greeted him like an old friend. The overhead lights were dimmed, glowing a soft amber across the marble walls. The rainshower hissed gently, already on. He didn't bother with music tonight. No playlist. Just silence. Just water. Just heat.
Lux stepped in.
And for a while, there was nothing.
Just the clean, heavy warmth of the water pounding down his shoulders. His muscles relaxed under the pressure, the smell of sandalwood soap curling in the air, smooth and faintly smoky. His fingers dragged through his hair, down his neck. He tilted his head back, letting the water drown out the noise in his mind.
Sira.
That damn Pride-born menace.
Her kiss still lingered on his lips. Her touch still burned on his hips. Her scent still haunted his skin like she'd marked him with something older than perfume.
