The bathroom was a sanctuary of steam and scent, the air thick with the humid aroma of jasmine and sandalwood. The oversized marble tub, a centerpiece of architectural indulgence, was filled with shimmering, milky water that swirled with floating flower petals. The lighting was kept low, the soft glow of recessed LEDs casting a golden hue over the polished surfaces, creating an environment that felt less like a hotel room and more like a private spa in a distant, forgotten paradise.
Joon-ho stepped into the bath, the warmth of the water enveloping his skin in a comforting embrace. He sank slowly, the water rising to his chest, the tension of the day finally beginning to dissolve. He leaned back against the curved marble edge, his eyes closing as he let out a long, guttural sigh of relief. The silence of the room was absolute, save for the rhythmic drip of the faucet and the distant, muffled sounds of the city far below.
A soft, hesitant knock sounded at the door.
