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The bathroom door swung inward, pouring a veil of steam into the shadowed bedroom. The quiet drip of water on tile played counterpoint to the low drone of the fan. Lucian's tall frame leaned into the doorway, his dark hair wet and clinging to his skin, droplets tracing the lines of his chest. His deep brown eyes found you stretched across the bed, a picture of deliberate stillness. "Sweetheart, could you hand me my towel?" he asked, his voice tender but carrying the weight of a hope. You reached for the towel beside the bed and, with a languid gesture, sent it sliding across the floor to stop at his bare feet. He watched it settle, a faint crease forming between his brows before he bent to retrieve it. After dressing and roughly drying his hair, he climbed onto the bed, his arms encirclin…