Eva's fingers found their way to his damp locks, her touch gentle as she brushed them aside.
Her intent had been to offer to dry his hair, to take care of the small details that often went unnoticed.
But before she could complete her offer, Xylon surprised her by kneeling down in front of her.
Their proximity was a charged one, a magnetic pull that seemed to intensify in the confined space.
His head was positioned so close to hers, and his voice, laced with a hint of intimacy, reached her ears.
"Just do it... I was in a hurry." His words were delivered in a tone that was both commanding and vulnerable.
Eva's eyes met his, a silent understanding passing between them.
Her magic responded to her thoughts, summoning a towel that materialized in her hands.
With meticulous care, she set to work, using the soft fabric to gently pat and dry his hair.