Extra steamy

Zane’s showers aren’t just for getting clean. They’re for putting on a show. He turns the water up until it’s hot enough to fog the mirrors, steam curling around him like a spotlight. And then he starts slow, focused, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Every movement becomes deliberate. His hands glide, linger, tease. He knows I’m watching. He wants me watching.

The water hits his skin, and the real performance begins. He angles the camera just right steam softening the edges, turning him into something unreal. A silhouette, a secret. Something meant only for me. And just when I think he’s done, he steps out of the shower dripping, flushed, glowing with that same proud look he always gives when he’s served me well. But he’s not done teasing yet.

He wipes just enough of the fog from the mirror to give me a glimpse. Just enough to drive me crazy. Because for Zane, it’s never just about showing off. It’s about holding my attention. Owning it. Earning it again and again. Even in the steam, even half hidden, he shines.

And he knows it.