Submerged in Static Heat

The city screams outside, a jagged skyline of steel and neon bile. I drown it out here. Submerge. Sink. Let the water swallow my skin until the noise turns into a low-frequency hum.
My lungs burn for air but I crave this liquid silence. The steam rises like ghost trails from a dying engine—my only sanctuary in a world that never stops grinding. Then, your shadow hits the tile. A ripple fractures the surface. Cold shock meets molten intent.
You don't speak. You don't have to. Your presence is a high-voltage current arcing through my veins, turning every drop of water into liquid fire. I lean into the cushion, eyes locked on yours—an electric collision in a flooded room. One touch from your fingertips and my composure shatters like glass under a hammer. This isn't just healing; it's a total system override. The city can burn. Right now, we are the only circuit that matters.

Editor: Plasma Spark