Syris stepped out of the steam-filled bath and into the cool air of the Nest.
He was gloriously, unapologetically naked. Droplets of water clung to his toned muscles, sliding down the ridges of his abs and losing themselves in the V-line of his hips. His long black hair was wet, plastered to his neck and shoulders.
He was exhausted. He had just finished the arduous task of dragging a comatose, heavier-than-lead Tiger King down to the dungeon with the help of his guards. It had been heavy lifting, and now, all he wanted was to dry off and perhaps sleep for a week.
He held a piece of thick bear fur in his hands, lazily drying his hair as he scanned the room, expecting it to be empty.
It wasn't.
Syris froze. The bear fur stopped mid-rub. His amethyst eyes widened, the pupils instantly constricting into thin, vertical predatory slits.
There, in the center of the room, was a sight that short-circuited his higher brain functions and sent a direct signal to his reptilian hindbrain.
