"Hmm..." Brandon stood in front of the bedroom mirror, humming a faint tune under his breath as he adjusted his t-shirt and shorts.
His hair, which was still damp from the shower, clung to his forehead in dark, messy strands.
He shook his head, ruffling his hair with both hands, sending a few stray droplets flying.
The bathroom door creaked open behind him, and Yverine stepped out with a white towel wrapped loosely around her head as she rubbed her damp hair.
Water glistened on her skin, and Brandon's gaze flickered to her in the mirror.
Yverine caught his glance as she approached, standing beside him at the mirror.
She looked at her reflection as she continued to dry her hair, the towel muffling the soft sound of her movements.
The bruises on her shoulders and arms were still visible, but the shower had washed away the grime, leaving her skin glowing softly in the dim light of the bedroom.
