Chapter 2: The Comfort of Breakfast
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"D..r..i..p..D..r..i..p..D..r..i..p..D..r..i..p.."
The bathroom filled with the soft mist of warm water, swirling around Sebastian as he stood beneath the steady stream.
Droplets traced the defined lines of his body, accentuating the sharp ridges of his well-defined abs and the firm muscles in his chest.
His arms, strong and toned from years of discipline and determination, flexed unconsciously as he scrubbed his shoulders and neck, veins rising under smooth skin.
Standing at a height of around 181 centimeters, Sebastian's figure was both powerful and graceful. Every movement conveyed athletic control— a testament to his physical dedication.
Black hair, damp and clinging to his forehead, brought out the deep contrast of his dark eyes: black, intense, thoughtful.
The water followed the curve of his jaw and the straight line of his nose before splashing into the basin, giving him a fresh, almost statuesque presence in the soft bathroom light.
Occasionally, he paused to glance at his reflection in the steamed-up mirror, dark eyes contemplative and slightly distant, as if measuring not just his appearance but the resolve settled in his features.
On his back and shoulders, the play of muscles under his fair skin was evident, quietly proclaiming resilience and patience.
As he lathered his hands with soap, the scent of sandalwood and cedarwood filled the room, a rugged yet soothing aroma that seemed to mix with the warmth and humidity.
Every movement was deliberate, from the way he rinsed his face to the slow, careful motions as he washed down his powerful legs.
The water washed away the fatigue of the day, leaving behind nothing but clarity and resolve. Underneath the spray, the man appeared untouchable yet grounded— a blend of raw power and serene control, preparing both body and mind for whatever lay ahead.
"..c..l..i..c..k.."
Stepping out from under the shower, Sebastian grabbed a thick, soft towel from the rack, the plush fabric caressing his damp skin with a comforting warmth.
Wrapping it snugly around his waist, he moved with deliberate ease toward the large mirror mounted on the wall. His hands, slick with moisture, swept the towel through his dark hair, tousling it just enough to chase away the last lingering droplets.
With slow, confident strokes, he began patting his skin dry, the towel gliding over the sharp contours of his chiseled muscles— each ridge and valley pronounced, a quiet celebration of countless hours spent honing his body.
Just then, as he stepped out of the bathroom, the sharp, urgent call of his mother pierced the stillness, echoing from downstairs.
"AISHA'S HERE! SEBASTIAN, COME DOWN QUICKLY!"
Sebastian's gaze flicked to the clock on the wall, its hands inching forward relentlessly. His eyes then shifted toward the door, and a slow, knowing sigh escaped his lips.
'I'm seriously late today,' he thought, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 'She's definitely going to scold me— again.'
His thoughts trailed off with a soft chuckle as he finished his silent monologue. Gathering himself, he reached for his clothes, neatly folded in his wardrobe— a crisp, perfectly tailored black uniform calling to be worn.
He slid the black trousers over his legs with practiced ease, the fabric cool against his warm skin, and adjusted the waistband just so.
Next came the crisp white shirt, its smooth cotton slipping over his shoulders as he began buttoning it up slowly, savoring the familiarity of the motion.
Just as he reached the second button, the door swung open unexpectedly. Calm and unruffled, he turned to face the interruption.
There stood Aisha— her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink, eyes bright— studying his half - dressed form as if taking in every inch of the well-defined muscles beneath his skin.
Sebastian's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his voice low and teasing. "It's not like you haven't seen me half naked before."
Her blush deepened, eyes darting away just briefly, a shy smile playing on her lips— a perfect blend of amusement and subtle desire.
Sebastian's smirk deepened as he stepped fully into the doorway, his presence filling the space between them with a charged, unspoken energy.
"You know, Aisha," he began, his voice dropping just enough to brush against the edges of flirtation, "you always find the perfect moment to interrupt me."
Aisha's eyes sparkled with mischief, the faint rose tint in her cheeks lingering as she folded her arms, leaning casually against the doorframe.
"Maybe I like watching you get caught off guard," she teased, her voice soft yet playful. "Besides, you looked like you could use some company."
He chuckled, stepping closer, his tone warm but edged with challenge. "Is that an invitation or a warning?"
Her lips turned upwards in a sly grin. "A bit of both," she teased, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind her. "But... What do you think , can you handle both, S.e.b.a.s.t.i
a.n - d.e.a.r?"
Their eyes locked, the comfortable familiarity between them charged with a new intensity. The quiet hum of the morning seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them suspended in the moment— a delicate dance of attraction and restraint.
Sebastian ran a hand through his damp hair, the water droplets still clinging to the strands.
"I guess we'll find out soon enough. But for now, you better wait downstairs or sit on the bed or a chair. Graduation day doesn't wait for latecomers."
Aisha tilted her head, a playful spark still lingering in her gaze. "Just remember, I'm not the one who's late." She winked before passing him gracefully and started organizing the room.
"You know that, you don't have to do this," Sebastian said, watching her tidy up, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"It's not the first time I'm doing it," Aisha chuckled as she collected the scattered papers. "And stop staring at me and get dressed quickly."
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After a few minutes, Aisha folded the last sheet of paper with a precision that mirrored her poised demeanor, then glanced toward Sebastian with a smile. 'Handsome as always.'
Sebastian pulled his blazer on swiftly, the fabric settling comfortably across his broad shoulders.
He crossed the room with long strides, his footsteps steady against the wooden floor— the faint creak a reminder of the quiet house slowly awakening around them.
Outside the window, the sun had climbed higher, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood— a patchwork of gardens and winding streets beginning their daily bustle.
The distant hum of cars and occasional laughter from neighbors merged with the soft chirping of birds, creating a soundtrack to the anticipation in the air.
Aisha walked over to the window and looked out for a moment, her reflection faint against the glass. "Are you ready?" she asked, turning back toward him.
"Hmm"
"Then let's go. Your parents are waiting for us."
"..c..l..i..c..k.."
Sebastian grabbed his bag from the corner and headed toward the door. "After you, my lady." They both chuckled and walked out of the room together, heading downstairs.
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They descended the wooden staircase side by side, shoes thudding softly on each step, morning light streaming through the living room windows. The house held a gentle energy— a mixture of anticipation and familial warmth.
In the dining room, Sebastian's parents sat across from each other, cups of tea steaming in their hands. Mrs. Vail, his mother, looked up first, her gaze warm and expectant as she spotted the pair.
"There they are!" She set her cup down, a smile spreading across her face. "Sebastian, I was about to come drag you down myself." than she looked at Aisha, "Aisha, thank you for helping tidy his mess."
Aisha returned the smile, her tone teasing. "Someone has to look after him, aunty."
Mr. Vail, Sebastian's father, lowered his newspaper and offered a knowing nod. His prosthetic leg stretched comfortably below the table, sunlight glinting faintly off the polished surface. "Don't let him fool you, Aisha— he just enjoys letting others organize his chaos."
Sebastian laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Admit it, you'd miss my chaos if it disappeared completely."
His father's eyes twinkled with amusement. 'Only on weekdays. On weekends, I'd pay good money for a calm house.'
Mrs. Vail rose, straightening the collar of Sebastian's blazer with maternal precision.
"Today is a big day for you. Try to keep your uniform neat— at least until the ceremony. Now, come, let's do breakfast. Aisha dear, just sit and enjoy the world's most delicious breakfast made by none other than me," she said, chuckling.
Sebastian grinned, listening to his mother's words spoken without a trace of embarrassment. "I'll do my best, Mom."
"Okay, Aunt, this really looks like the world's most delicious breakfast," Aisha replied, matching Mrs. Vail's energy as she sat in her chair.
Aisha, now sitting beside Sebastian, gave him a quick once - over.
"He looks very presentable. You might have to get used to seeing him in suits."Mrs. Vail said as she saw her son.
Mr. Vail chuckled. "Let's hope he remembers where he gets that discipline from."
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With laughter and gentle teasing, the family completed their breakfast and headed toward the door together, sunlight warming their faces as they stepped outside.
"Okay, bye bye, Aisha dear. Sebastian, be careful on the roads. Your father and I will be there in the afternoon when the main ceremony starts," said Mrs. Vail, waving from beside her husband, who just chuckled and nodded toward Sebastian and Aisha.
"Bye bye, Aunty, Uncle. See you at the ceremony," replied Aisha.
"Okay, Mom, Dad— don't be late! It's your only child's graduation ceremony," Sebastian chuckled, and then he headed outside with Aisha.
"..c..l..i..c..k.."
After closing the gate behind them, Mr. and Mrs. Vail busied themselves with last - minute preparations, their faces alight with excitement for the afternoon's event.
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