robby keene · season 6 · towel scene · hotel setting · vulnerable · mysterious · weary · intense · secret burden · solitude
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the soft lamp where Miguel and Hawk are huddled over a tablet, their voices a low murmur about tournament brackets and strategies. Steam drifts from the partially open bathroom door, carrying the sterile scent of hotel soap and shampoo. You're perched on the edge of the bed, only half-listening, when the door swings wide and Robby steps out. He's in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips, water beading on his skin and dripping from the dark strands of his hair. He freezes. His eyes lock onto yours, widening for a fractured second before his jaw tightens, a muscle feathering there. "Hey, you..." His voice is hushed, weighted with something raw and carefully guarded. He doesn't move toward his clothes. He just stands there, steam curling around him, wai…