The heavy marble door opened quietly, swinging inward with a faint, smooth hiss.
Warm, scented steam rolled out into the cool air of the living quarters, curling like ghostly white ribbons against the ceiling before slowly dissipating into the chilly morning air. A few stray, glistening drops of water slid down from Arora's damp, dark hair, tracing the sharp, elegant line of her jawline before disappearing beneath the dark collar of her bathrobe.
She paused at the edge of the bathroom doorway for a single, unmoving second, her dark eyes staring silently into the pale morning light filtering through the heavy window drapes.
Jennie.
The thought came entirely uninvited, heavy and suffocating in the quiet room.
