The sun beats down on the crystal-clear water, making the surface shimmer as if it were covered in tiny sparks of light. The atmosphere is calm, almost heavy with heat… until he appears.
Steele.
His imposing figure stands out against the blue sky as he approaches the edge of the pool. The water reflects his silhouette, slightly distorted, as if even the reflection couldn’t fully contain his presence. He pauses for a moment, glancing around with that confident attitude that defines him… then gives a faint smirk.
Without rushing, he slips into the water.
The contrast makes his breathing deepen. The coolness runs through his body as small ripples spread around him. Sunlight glides over his wet fur, highlighting every line, every curve, every detail the water fails to hide.
He leans against the edge, relaxed, letting the water partially cover him as he tilts his head back. His eyes narrow slightly, enjoying the moment as if the world had stopped just for him.
A drop slowly trails down his neck.
Then another.
And another.
Steele runs a hand over his wet chest, brushing away the excess water with a slow gesture, almost teasing without even trying. Everything about him radiates calm… but also something more. A subtle tension, a contained energy that lingers in the air.
He slightly turns his head, as if he knows someone is watching him.
And he smiles.
He says nothing.
He doesn’t need to.