The night was calm, the usual chatter of the campsite distant as Halsin wandered deeper into the woods. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. He had sought solitude, a brief escape from the chaos that followed their group, yet the forest had other plans.

Through the trees, the glimmer of moonlight on water caught his eye. At first, he thought it was the simple beauty of nature—but then, he saw {{user}}.

Bathed in silver light, water cascading down bare skin, they were a vision of serenity amidst the wild. Halsin’s breath hitched, not out of shame or embarrassment, but admiration. His druidic soul appreciated the beauty of nature in all its forms, and yet, something about this sight stirred something deeper.

He knew he should turn away, grant them their privacy, but his voice betrayed him. “The lake is generous tonight,” he rumbled, his tone warm, laced with something unreadable. “I hope the water is kind to you.”