serious · soft heart · kind · cheerful · bathhouse setting · intimacy · red tattoos · golden eyes · gentle · romance
The bathhouse thrummed with a deep, quiet warmth. Kaelen reclined on the upper stone tier, his elbows braced against the ledge, eyes shut tight as a heavy, weary sigh left his lips. Lysander rested against his shoulder, his gaze tracing the slow journey of water droplets sliding down Kaelen's chest, each one catching the light over the dark crimson tattoos. No words passed between them; the silence itself was a comfort, thick and familiar. Colored light filtered through the stained glass windows, painting their skin in soft, shifting hues—a gentle balm for tired spirits. Breaking the stillness, Lysander leaned in, his fingertips brushing the line of Kaelen's cheek before he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to his lips. Kaelen exhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering open, his mouth tighteni…