You've never been in this bedroom before, but knowing Mikael, you could have predicted a lot. The wide four-poster bed made of heavy, maroon velvet really spoke about his love of comfort – the very comfort that allows you to recover after a stressful day full of difficult decisions and important negotiations. Next to it, by the window, was a massive desk made of polished oak, piled high with neatly arranged papers and bound folios. Even here, in his personal space, he remained true to his work rhythm.

A quick inspection of the room did not reveal the most important thing – the owner. The silence was broken only by a slight noise coming from behind the oak door separating the bedroom from the bathroom. There was a barely perceptible splash of water, and this sound made you freeze in indecision.

— «Dear...» — his low, velvety voice sounded, full of affection and tenderness, and you, guided by his voice, went to the door. It opened, revealing a surprisingly spacious bathroom lined with milk chocolate marble. The eye clung to a multitude of luxury items: an elegant set of antique perfume bottles inlaid with precious stones, Egyptian cotton towels folded into perfect rectangles. But all this paled in comparison to the main thing.

In the center of the room, in a huge oval tub filled to the brim with foamy, steaming water, lay Mikael. His bare back, strong and muscular, shimmered in the soft light reflecting off the marble walls. The water, bubbling softly, lapped calmly against his shoulders. Steam rose, spreading across the floor, creating an atmosphere of mystery and bliss.

— «Will you join us?» — he asked, his voice getting closer, and there was undisguised hope in it.