The bathroom was filled with the soft, soothing pattern of water cascading from the tub.
Steam rose in curling tendrils, fogging the mirror and wrapping the small space in a comforting cocoon of warmth.
The dim light from a single candle flickered, casting their silhouettes against the tiled walls.
Rosina stepped under the stream, water beading on her skin like liquid diamonds and her hair plastered against her shoulders.
Draco followed, his hands resting gently on Rosina's waist. Their eyes met, and an unspoken connection ignited between them.
"Come here," Draco whispered, his voice low and husky, barely audible over the steady rhythm of the water.
Rosina turned to face Draco, her hands sliding up his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as if memorizing every curve. "You brought me here with you. How can I escape?" she whispered seductively.