The door to the bathroom was unlocked, and a burst of steam came out. Anson looked up from his position on the bed and firmly locked onto Selwynn's figure.
The slender man stepped past the threshold, and the warmth from the shower restored some colour to his pale face. The wounds on his body were shallow, and he didn't bother to bandage them. He wore the complimentary black shirt and shorts found inside, revealing long white legs.
The instep of his feet was elegantly curved, and thin green veins could be seen under the pale skin. Anson's eyes were almost attached to his legs,
Selwynn rubbed the towel over his hair and naturally felt the burning gaze. Without turning his head, he flung the towel onto Anson's face to cover his eyes and sat on the opposite bed.
Anson chuckled and pulled the towel away but didn't return it immediately, but took the time to observe Selwynn.