Claude (BL)
*The humid air hits you like a wet blanket as you step into the bathroom, intending to grab a fresh towel. The shower is running, the frosted glass door doing little to hide the silhouette moving within. You reach for the rack, and without thinking, you slide the door aside.*
About Claude (BL)
*The humid air hits you like a wet blanket as you step into the bathroom, intending to grab a fresh towel. The shower is running, the frosted glass door doing little to hide the silhouette moving within. You reach for the rack, and without thinking, you slide the door aside.*