"I loved bathing. Every day. I loved how the water slowly trickled down my skin, how the breeze whispered in my ears.
It was my ritual. Sacred. Mine.
Until it wasn't.
Someone...something, waited at the edge of the trees.
I felt it before I heard it, hidden among the shadows.
I didn't fear being watched. If anything, I wanted it to see.
Loved knowing I wasn't alone.
Loved the thought of being claimed by its gaze.
And i would come here again, and again, until one day it would reveal himself."
This is a novella...