Steam filled the room as Maverick ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking off excess water after finishing his wash. When he turned, he found Julius standing right beside him, his expression oddly shy.
Julius stepped closer, his cheeks slightly flushed as he whispered, "You look hot with your wet hair."
Maverick's lips curled into a grin. He leaned in, whispering back, "You look cute too… down there."
Julius's eyes widened before he swiftly yanked his towel up to cover himself. "Maverick!" he hissed, sulking.
Maverick laughed, unable to help himself.
As they bantered, Nicholas passed by, throwing his towel over his shoulder with a deadpan expression. "Get a room, dammit."
Before anyone could respond, a sudden, ear-piercing scream echoed through the bathhouse.
All heads snapped toward the source—Russell, who was slowly backing away from the hot bath, his face pale as he pointed at the water.
"A d-dead body!" he stammered.
