Hei Bao stepped into the shower room and quietly closed the door behind him.
The sound of running water soon filled the spacious bathroom.
He stood beneath the showerhead, water cascading over his dark hair and running in rivulets down his body.
His white undershirt clung to his skin, transparent and plastered against the hard planes of his abdomen, eight distinct ridges of muscle, the defined V of his hips disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. Steam rose around him, fogging the glass enclosure.
One large hand braced against the wet tile wall, fingers splayed as he tilted his head back, eyes closing against the spray.
He dragged his other hand through his soaked hair, pushing it back from his forehead, exhaling slowly through parted lips, the water continuesly traced the sharp lines of his face before flowing down his neck.
