(Author's POV)
Fabian stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapping around his lower body. His damp hair were rumpled, his after shower body was glistening with pearl like water beads making him look his true ethereal self.
On daily basis, Fabian either wore casual outfits or professional wear so his body was mostly covered. But underneath all those layers, he had a well toned, lean body, like a precious art sculpture. He walked lazily towards the dresser, while towel drying his damp hair.
Placing the now moist towel on the chair's headrest, he looked at himself in the mirror with a penetrating gaze. The old yet ugly scar beneath the left side of his chest was standing out on his otherwise pristine figure, reminding him of exactly who he was. His mother's side of the bloodline, his real identity which he always defied. It reminded him of the very reason why his mother wanted to live a normal life like any other human and never told him about her real self.
