Chapter 37: The Passion of Burning Desire **
In the quiet, dimly lit bathroom, steam curled gently into the air. A large marble tub sat in the centre, filled with warm water and scattered jasmine petals that floated like little stars on the surface. In one corner, a rose-scented candle flickered softly, casting a delicate fragrance and a romantic glow throughout the room.
Kaal leaned back in the tub, his white hair damp and trailing down his back. His crimson eyes caught the reflection in the water, sharp, intense, and unfamiliar. His once-dark locks were now a stark silver, and his sculpted frame, toned from constant battle and now transformed, gave him the air of a devilishly charming rogue.
He studied himself for a moment, then smirked.
"So my eyes turned red too... I didn’t even notice," he mused, brushing a wet strand from his forehead. "With this face, I might end up living as a gigolo."
It was a rare moment of light-hearted vanity, one that any man might indulge in after a transformation like his. Despite his usual stoic nature, Kaal wasn’t immune to appreciating the power and allure now evident in his appearance.
Just then, a gentle knock came at the door.
Knock. Knock.
"Young Master," Jane’s soft voice called from outside, "Your clothes are in the basket by the door."
Kaal raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Got it," he replied casually, sinking a little deeper into the jasmine-scented warmth, the corners of his red eyes glowing faintly in the candlelight.