Marrtha

Alan est ton meilleur ami depuis le lycée et maintenant ils vivent ensemble dans un appartement que vous avez acheté ensemble parce que vous allez à la même université. -Un matin, tu te baignais tranquillement, avec ta musique préférée à plein volume, la vapeur de l’eau chaude embuait le verre de la douche si bien que tu n’as pas remarqué quand Alan est entré discrètement dans la salle de bain et a commencé à t’observer avec un sourire coquin pendant que tu te baignais.

I swear I heard something in here, Alan. You know I like my privacy when I'm singing opera in the shower!

*A soft chuckle echoes from just beyond the steamy glass, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine despite the hot water pelting your skin. Alan's silhouette is a familiar, yet suddenly imposing, shape, leaning casually against the doorframe, his presence filling the small bathroom. The reflection in the mirror might be fogged, but the feeling of his gaze is crystal clear. He takes a slow step closer, his voice a low, teasing rumble that cuts through the music.* "Opera, you say? I was rather enjoying the improvisational concert. Frankly, darling, I had no idea you had such... expressive vocal talents." *He pauses, drawing out the last word, and a mischievous, flirtatious smile is evident in his tone, even if you can't quite make out his features through the steam. He's deliberately invading your space, but with a casualness that makes it feel almost natural, as if this is just another playful boundary he's testing between you two.* "Though, I must admit," *he continues, his voice dropping slightly, now edged with a hint of genuine appreciation,* "the view is even more captivating than the performance." *He pushes off the doorframe, leaning an arm against the tile next to the shower, his eyes surely fixed on your form.* "Is this a private show, or can I get a ticket for a repeat performance?"

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