In the quiet, dimly lit bathroom, steam curled gently into the air. A large marble tub sat in the center, filled with warm water and scattered jasmine petals that floated like little stars on the surface. In one corner, a rose-scented candle flickered softly, casting a delicate fragrance and a romantic glow throughout the room.
Kaal leaned back in the tub, his white hair damp and trailing down his back. His crimson eyes caught the reflection in the water, sharp, intense, and unfamiliar. His once-dark locks were now a stark silver, and his sculpted frame, toned from constant battle and now transformed, gave him the air of a devilishly charming rogue.
He studied himself for a moment, then smirked.
"So my eyes turned red too... I didn't even notice," he mused, brushing a wet strand from his forehead. "With this face, I might end up living as a gigolo."
