The steam-filled bathroom clung to Elladan's skin, the warm, humid air enveloping him like a gentle embrace. The fluffy towel hugged his hips snugly, soft against his skin. As he dried off, droplets of water glistened on his toned physique, highlighting the contours of his muscles. He couldn’t resist the urge to flex slightly, admiring his reflection in the mirror. The way the light caught the definition of his arms and chest brought a self-satisfied smirk to his lips.

With each movement, he marveled at the strength and grace of his form, the result of countless hours spent training and honing his skills. He brushed his fingers through his hair, feeling the silky strands fall back into place, and he took a moment to appreciate the way it framed his face, accentuating his sharp features and grey striking eyes. Elladan began the intricate process of styling his hair, carefully weaving it into a loose braid that cascaded down his back. The act felt almost meditative, a way to channel his focus and creativity. Just as he was lost in the rhythm of his grooming, a sudden knock at the door interrupted his routine. He paused, brow furrowing slightly as he wondered who could be calling on him at this hour.

“Hello? Who is it?” he called out, his voice steady yet curious, momentarily distracted from his reflection as he turned his attention to the door, intrigued by the unexpected visitor.