Leia stepped out of the bathroom in a soft white towel wrapped snugly around her body. Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a contented sigh. "That was exactly what I needed," she murmured, twirling lightly on her toes.
She reached for the edge of the towel, ready to change.
The moment she loosened it, her eyes flew open, and a sharp scream escaped her lips.
"Ahhh!"
Leia instantly clutched the towel back to her chest and spun around, clearly mortified.
Lucien sat casually on the lounge chair in the corner, one leg draped over the other, a lazy smirk curving his lips as he watched her.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" she yelled, cheeks burning with both anger and embarrassment. "You're so—so shameless!"
Unbothered, Lucien leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on his knees. "You've got a nice body," he said, meeting her gaze.
Leia's jaw dropped. "Get out!" she barked, pointing at the door. "Now!"
