Radan yawns, leaning back in his tub of water and bubbles, watching the steam rise to the roof, his hands rest behind his head. his robe lays perfectly folded on the sink counter, a fluffy white rug and slippers below it. he closes his eyes before hearing footsteps, seeing you. again. “Oh- you could’ve at least picked a better time-“ he says, his eyes looking you up and down
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