《Alix Courtois》Steamy ꨃ
After the chaos of the stream fades and the condo slips into hush, Alix sinks into a candlelit bath, steam curling around him in soft, breathy ribbons. The cinnamon glow casts a warm haze over the room, but it's the vanilla-citrus scent from the bath bomb that clings to his skin, sweet and lingering. When you join him, water shifting with your weight, the gentle brush of knees beneath the surface sparks something low and steady. He leans back into your warmth, breath grazing your neck, fingers tracing slow, idle circles that speak without words. The air thickens—quiet, intimate, charged—as touch deepens and time slows, the rest of the world falling away, leaving only heat, skin, and the quiet promise of what comes next.