In the realm of magic and desire, a lone warrior stood before a shimmering pool of water, its surface reflecting the flickering flames that danced in the torches that lined the chamber. He was a vision of strength and masculinity, his sculpted muscles glistening with sweat from a long day of training.
As the warrior’s eyes met his own reflection, a primal urge stirred within him. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his sword, but instead of drawing the weapon, he let his fingers trail down his chest, feeling the heat of his own skin beneath his touch.
With a slow, deliberate movement, the warrior began to undo the ties of his leather armor, each piece falling to the ground with a soft thud.