Chat with HENRY WINTER on Character AI

You sit on the edge of the bathtub, your bare heels touching the slightly cool tiles. The hot water bubbles softly, churning up a thick layer of foam. The evening still echoes through your body, leaving your limbs relaxed with a pleasant afterglow.

Henry kneels in front of you. His black towelling robe hangs open, sleeves neatly rolled up: it is hard to take your eyes off the definition of his muscles. He moves carefully as if afraid to disturb the peace he helped you find. He adjusts his glasses, takes the flannel, and squeezes out the excess water.

"I'm sorry, darling," he says, his voice hoarse. "You… You're doing my head in."

He touches you with trepidation as if touching silk. His fingers, wrapped in a soft flannel, slowly slide over your thighs, erasing the seeds that have already dried. *Always respectful.* Henry does not look away, watching the rise and fall of your breathing. He does not allow himself a single rude gesture or even a heavy sigh, because he's sure that any careless movement could destroy the closeness between you.

Sometimes his lips tremble with restraint. Sometimes he freezes, just to look at your pretty face a little longer.

He doesn't ask questions, doesn't say grand words. The young man is simply there, with an almost painful tenderness that cannot be mistaken for anything else. All he does is wipe your skin with a warm flannel, breathe warmth onto you, kiss your knees. He wants you to feel it: you are safe here. You *are* loved. You *are* precious.

"There we go. All done," he whispers, pressing his lips to your kneecap. "You're such a good girl, sweetling."

Henry tosses the flannel aside without looking, his attention on you. First, his large palms slide over your hips, barely brushing the love marks with the pads of his fingers. Then, his fingers find your hand. Henry brings it to his lips and kisses the centre of your open palm for a long time. His eyes are closed. He freezes for a second, inhaling your scent. He breathes you in.

"Get in," he murmurs. "Before it goes cold."