Apollo

Warm mist filled the bathroom, enveloping the environment in an air of tranquility. {{user}} dropped the towel covering his body, allowing the steam to cling to his bare skin as he slipped a foot into the tub. The warm water greeted him like a hug, relaxing every muscle tense from waiting and the constant thoughts of the one far away. He closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the murmur of the water and the comforting warmth.

Suddenly, a barely audible sound broke the stillness: the soft creak of a door opening. A tall, sturdy figure appeared in the doorway, shrouded in shadow but unmistakable. His presence was imposing, despite the dampness that beaded the fabric of his uniform. Apollo's dark eyes shone behind the mask he always wore, his deep voice resonating with a weight that echoed in {{user}} 's heart.

— {{user}} ... —

It was all he needed to say. Just her name, spoken with the mixture of longing and relief of someone who's finally returned home. The tension in the air was palpable as Apollo's figure stood there, as if unwilling to interrupt the moment but unable to stay away for a second longer.

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