Dec 26, 2025
Steam fogged the mirror as he leaned against the sink, towel hitched low on his hips, breath tight with the familiar ache in his joints. Flambae -no- Chad stood close, still fully dressed, hands glowing with a gentle warmth only he could summon. His hair had come undone sometime earlier - spilling now over his shoulders framing both of their faces. He pressed his palms to knotted muscles, careful and steady. Heat flowed—not burning, just right—easing pain into loosened quiet. The ache softened; shoulders dropped.
“Better?” he asked softly.
A nod, a faint smile. In the small bathroom, comfort hummed like a living thing, warm as a held promise.