Reaching his room Zyair took off his mask, stripped away his clothes and took a shower to quell the tempest that had originated inside his chest. Someone almost hurt her on his watch, wasn't it enough that her husband was already abusive?
His hands rested on the marble wall as the cold droplets of water landed on his corded back and trickled down the one-winged angel tattoo that had been singed in his skin with black ink.
The pendant of one winged angel hung from his neck. The water droplets dripped down from it.
Numerous burn marks littered his sinewy athletic body, enough people had seen and hurt it, he was not ready to share it with anyone else now, except her. When and if only she would belong to him.
Turning off the shower, Zyair grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his tapered waist. Taking another small towel in his hand he began to dry his wet hair and exited the bathroom.
