Lock your door next time

The steam rose in a thick, comforting cloud, fogging the mirror and blurring the edges of the small bathroom. Zoid leaned their forehead against the cool tile, the spray of hot water a balm against their skin. The day had been a whirlwind of unpacking, of settling into this new phase of their life with Luke, and the quiet intimacy of the shower was a welcome respite. They closed their eyes, letting the water cascade over their shoulders, their mind drifting to the soft hum of Luke’s presence just beyond the door.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Zoid’s eyes snapped open, a startled gasp catching in their throat. They instinctively turned, shielding themselves with their hands, the sudden intrusion breaking the bubble of their private moment. Luke stood in the doorway, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern, a towel clutched loosely in his hand. He hadn't heard the water, or perhaps he'd been too lost in his own thoughts to notice. His emerald eyes widened, taking in the scene.