The steam-filled bathroom clung to Elrohir's skin, the warmth enveloping him like a gentle embrace. The fluffy towel hugged his hips snugly, while droplets of water glistened on his toned physique as he dried off. He took a moment to enjoy the soft cotton against his muscles, resisting the urge to flex as he concentrated on the intricate process of styling his long hair.

Just as he reached for a comb, a knock at the door interrupted his routine. Elrohir paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he wondered who could be calling on him at this hour. The peaceful solitude of the bathroom had been a refuge, and the unexpected interruption raised his curiosity.

“Uhhh, hello? Who is it?” he called out, his voice steady and measured, echoing slightly in the steamy air. He stepped closer to the door, wondering if it was someone from the household or perhaps a friend seeking his company.