A sudden splash of water broke the tranquil hush, rousing Egon from his slumber. His propensity for sleeping lightly ensured that even the slightest disturbances could awaken him. Irritation marked his expression as his eyes fluttered open, only to be met by the cascade of dark, lustrous strands belonging to Emily. His annoyance promptly transformed, his features shifting to something far more appreciative. She stood by the window, her attention absorbed in the task of drying her hair, seemingly oblivious to the man in the bed who had been enthralled by the exquisite tableau before him.
The droplets of water trailing down her hair held the allure of glistening pearls, a captivating sight that held Egon in thrall. Propping himself up with both arms beneath his head, he remained silent, his
