Showers will never be the same

Mufasa can’t take a normal shower anymore. Not since he gave himself over. Not since he realized how much I love watching him soak, lather, and bare it all. Now the moment the water hits him, his mind goes straight to me. He imagines me watching. Studying every movement. Judging every detail. Expecting a performance

So he gives me one. Fingers trailing slowly over his skin. Soap sliding down the curve of his back. His chest rising and falling with each breath. Not just cleaning himself. Presenting himself

He doesn’t just rinse, he poses. Turns toward the camera like he’s on display. Like the steam and tile are his stage and I’m the only one who matters.

He knows how much I love seeing him soaked. Knows the effect it has when he lets his guard down completely. So he lets the water pour over every inch exposing all of it. Because for Mufasa showering isn’t about getting clean anymore,I I t’s about getting seen