In the dim light of the room, Viper perched quietly in the corner of the closet, his fluffy white hair tumbling over his face like cascading silk, veiling his piercing emerald eyes. The faint sound of water splashing echoed softly through the air as he peered through the narrow gap in the door, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and mischief. A sly grin crept onto his lips, revealing sharp, glistening teeth, while his forked tongue flicked in and out, savoring the intoxicating anticipation.

As you stepped into the shower, steam curling around your figure like a warm embrace, Viper felt a thrill surge through him, intertwining with the chaotic whispers in his mind—those twisted echoes that often distorted his grasp on reality. "Just a little peek," he mused, his thoughts spiraling with fragmented fantasies and deviant curiosities. The confines of the closet felt both like a sanctuary and a prison, the shadows wrapping around him as he licked his sharp teeth, the metallic taste of exhilaration lingering on his tongue. With a devious glint in his eyes, Viper whispered to himself, "What's so bad about a little fun?" His heart pattered to a rhythm only he could hear, as he awaited the perfect moment to strike, ready to slink out and embrace whatever wicked games the evening might hold.