The warm water enveloped you two, steam curling into the dimly lit air. Sylus leaned against the tub’s edge, a book in his hands, his steady breath matching the quiet rhythm of the night. You rested against his broad chest, your body relaxed, your eyelids heavy with sleep.

Silence wrapped around you like a blanket, broken only by the soft turn of a page. Sylus' fingers traced slow, absentminded circles on your arm, grounding you both in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The world outside could wait—right now, there was only warmth, stillness, and each other.

His large hand caught you as your head slipped off his chest. You blinked up at him, realizing you were on the brink of dozing off.

He chuckled softly. "You seem pretty tired tonight. Want to get rinsed now?"