Steam, glass, and silent sighs

AI generated image: Steam-filled bathroom, a figure visible through frosted glass, water droplets clinging to skin and wet hair. The air hums with warmth and quiet intimacy, breath misting the glass as shoulders rise and fall in slow rhythm. No touch, no glance — just the scent of lavender and wet silk, the weight of silence thick as steam. A moment suspended between shower and sigh, charged with unspoken longing. The glass holds them both — half-seen, half-breath.