The bathhouse was a peaceful place, a sanctuary to relax, the steam was prominent as the serenity as well.
It's marble walls glistening with condensation, the air thick with the soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus.
The largest pool, fed by the mansion's hidden hot springs, shimmered under the soft glow of crystal sconces, casting rippling reflections across the room.
Adam stood frozen at the threshold, his school bag still dangling from his shoulder, his tie half-loosened, his golden eyes wide with a mix of shock and something dangerously close to longing.
There, lounging in the steaming water of his own personal bathroom was Priscilla, her petite, childlike frame half-submerged, and her blonde drill ponytails floating like golden ribbons on the surface.
Her ruby-red eyes, sharp and bright as twin gems, locked onto his, a storm of surprise, joy, and nervousness all swirling in their depths.
