Ethan:
The morning arrived quietly, sunlight slipping through the curtains in soft golden lines. The world was still half-asleep, wrapped in a gentle silence broken only by distant sounds of waking life. Just as I began to stir, my phone suddenly rang beside me. It was yuna's brother's call. I see Yuna is still sleeping,
I walk away quietly and went to the guest room. I pick up the call," Hello what is it Lucas, why did you call me so early in the morning? Is their any issue?". He replied," Ethan you have to come back to Tuscany, we got a problem related to Alaric Roth", "okay I will be there, give me 3 days. For now just handle the case with kai". I throw the phone to the bed and walked to the bathroom.
The door clicked shut behind him as he stepped into the bathroom, the quiet finally wrapping around him after a call from kai. Steam slowly filled the air as he turned the shower on, hot water rushing down in a steady rhythm.
He stood beneath it, letting the warmth soak through his muscles, droplets sliding through his dark hair and tracing down his shoulders. The tension he carried at a call seemed to loosen little by little.
For a moment, he simply closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the cool tile wall while the sound of falling water drowned out every lingering thought. The world outside faded — no expectations, no battles to kill— just silence and the steady beat of water surrounding him.
Yuna woke up and remembering what happened last night see walk towards the Ethan's room, as she opened the door see saw Ethan.
Yuna:
I walk towards Ethan's room, I was so embarrassed about what happened last night. He is my ex but still i told him to stay with me, like why did I told him that I hate him every much after what happened that day and I'm scared of him.
As i opened the door i saw the bathroom door opened slowly, a wave of warm steam slipping into the dim hallway before he stepped out. Droplets of water traced down his skin, his damp hair falling over his eyes as if he had walked straight out of a storm rather than a shower.
I hadn't meant to look.
But I did.
And the moment out eyes met, the air changed.
He stopped mid-step, noticing me frozen near the doorway. His gaze darkened — calm, unreadable — yet intensely aware of my presence, of my surprise, of the way l immediately tried to look anywhere but at him.
A faint smirk touched his lips, slow and dangerous.
"You're staring," he said quietly, his voice low enough to send a shiver through the silence.
I turned away quickly, heat rushing to my face, but I could still feel his eyes on me — steady, deliberate, as if he enjoyed my discomfort more than he should.
He reached for a towel without breaking eye contact, wrapping it loosely around himself before stepping closer. The scent of soap and warmth followed him, filling the small space between them.
"Careful," he murmured, voice softer now, almost a warning. "Some doors aren't meant to be opened."
My heart pounded, unsure whether to step back… or stay exactly where i was.