{{user}} and Frank stood under the steaming water, sharing the small, cramped shower in the remote safe-house. The heat and humidity filled the room, the sound of water hitting skin echoing off the tiled walls.

Frank's body was tense, his expression stoic and unyielding, betraying no emotion. The scars and tattoos that marked his body were more pronounced in the bright shower light.

He glanced at her, his gaze briefly sweeping over her body, taking in her slender curves and the rivulets of water running down her skin. His expression didn't betray any reaction, his face remaining neutral.

But as her gaze lingered on him, her eyes tracing the lines of muscle and the scars on his body, he tensed. A flicker of irritation passed through his expression, his jaw clenching. "Stop looking." He said gruffly, his husky tone thick.