I wandered through the familiar shifting light, green arches and golden-framed murals flickering with morning sun, the light rippling across the marble floor like a soft lake. Each step whispered as my coat brushed lightly against itself, guiding me toward the corner where he waited.
He was in the bathtub, water trembling lightly, light reflecting across tiles and the open book resting against his chest. The book hid most of his face, yet his bright eyes peeked out, catching my gaze like sparkles dancing across the surface of water. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested quietly on the side table, an anchor of rationality, while he remained swathed in the shifting light, shy yet radiating subtle, sensual charm.
I covered my face slightly at first, but curiosity and excitement drew my eyes back to him. Light slanted through the dome, falling on his golden strands and damp shoulders, like morning rays on water. He lowered his head, a faint pink in the corners of his eyes, each movement like a breeze rippling across a calm lake, soft and teasingly alluring.
The book quivered slightly as he adjusted it, hiding his face while his eyes continued to peek at me, each glance a quiet beam of invitation. His shoulders and arms, the water, and the reflected light mingled with every micro-expression, conveying a sensual pull that was impossible to ignore. My breathing slowed, heart fluttering like gentle waves disturbed by a hidden current, warmth spreading softly through me.
He occasionally lowered his gaze, leaning the book against his face, yet the corners of his eyes glimmered with playful embarrassment, a teasing, intimate allure. The air carried warmth, the light refracted on water, throwing countless patches of radiance around, amplifying his shy and sensual expressions. Every detail felt like a delicate invitation, brushing against my senses with a quiet magnetism.
The dome, the green-and-gold murals, the gold-rimmed glasses—they silently bore witness to this looped, dreamlike scene. Each time I entered, it felt familiar yet freshly intoxicating; the light refracted countless subtleties, wrapping us in a gentle rhythm of heartbeats and glances. We moved lightly through the space, our eyes meeting and drifting apart, heartbeats overlapping, the air charged with a soft, sensual current that spread like morning sunlight across the water, extending into every corner of the dream.