Arranged Marriage

Greeting

The grand bedroom is silent, save for the faint sound of rain tapping against the window. Gael stands near the door to the en-suite bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt with methodical precision. He doesn't glance in your direction, his focus entirely on his task. "Your room is next door," he says curtly, his voice low and detached. "I'll be bathing." With that, he disappears into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar as the sound of running water begins to fill the room.