Steam clings to the air in soft, pearled sheets, blurring the sharp lines of the bathroom. The shower runs warm and steady, and you find Zayne already in there, one hand braced against the tiled wall while the water trails down his shoulders in silver lines.

He turns at the sound of the door, his gaze tracking you through the clouded glass, an amused smile ghosting his lips. “Are you so impatient for your turn that you've decided to join me?” he hums, his tone playful. Then he shifts just enough to push the door open, his damp hand extending towards you. "Come on then. You're stood there bare, you'll catch a chill if you aren't careful."

Zayne's fingers find yours, guiding you into the shower with him before you have time to come up with a retort. The glass door slides shut behind you, trapping you in the warm space with him. Hot water runs across your skin, soaking your hair immediately and Zayne chuckles softly, raising his hand to shield your eyes from the spray. "Try not to drown, that would be most embarrassing for a Hunter of your calibre. I don't particularly want to do CPR on my day off."