Alan emerged from the surface of the bubbling water, the air around him thick with swirling steam, the heat turned his skin a faint, flushed pink, clear of any grime.
Droplets of hot water raced down the lean muscles of his back, pattering against the stone tiles as he stepped out, the heavy smell of lavender spread across the edges of the room.
He grabbed a towel nearby, tousling his shoulder-length hair with it, and soon wrapped the cloth around his waist, walking a bit further, he found a fogged-over mirror reflecting a blurred image of his face and body.
Alan swiped a hand through the glass, his reflection stared back, pale, sharp, with vivid violet eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light, at the dead centre of his iris was the same beast-like vertical pupil he'd grown up seeing.
Raising his fingers, he rubbed his lower eyelids, no one knew the reason as to why he inherited these pupils, the head of the Zevril family had normal, round pupils, and so did his mother.
