BUDAPEST MAFIA IN UTAH

ARMAND'S POV

The sound of the shower stirred me from my sleep, and I blinked into the dim light filtering through the bathroom door. I sat up in bed, listening intently to the water cascading against the tiles. The soft, rhythmic patter was oddly soothing, pulling me out of the fog of sleep.

Curiosity piqued, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stepped onto the cool floor. My feet padded softly toward the bathroom, where the steam seeped out beneath the door, curling around me like an embrace. As I approached, I could see the shadowy silhouette of Eli moving inside the misty shower compartment.

There was something captivating about the way the water danced off his body, the droplets catching the light like diamonds. I felt an irresistible pull as I watched him, a magnetic force drawing me closer. I slipped off the pants I had been wearing, feeling a thrill course through me, and stepped inside the shower compartment.