The dinner lasted for some time, with the two of them enjoying a very peaceful time over the meal.
Once they were done, Seijirou offered to wash the dishes despite Touka's insistence to do it herself, but under Seijirou's persuasion, she can only nod and just went to take a bath.
Once she was done, Seijirou followed after, while Touka sat down on the sofa to watch some movies.
A few minutes later, Seijirou walked out of the bathroom, the steam from the hot shower still clinging to his skin like a spectral shroud.
He had finished taking a bath and was now wearing a simple white tank top that hugged his lean, muscular frame, paired with comfortable gray joggers.
He moved with a relaxed, feline grace, using a plush towel to slowly wipe the dampness from his ash-blond hair.
The penthouse was quiet, the beautiful rays of the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows providing a soft, ambient glow that reflected off the polished marble floors.
