Tethered

**POV: Ronan**

The water hits my back hot enough to scald, biting into my skin. I stand with my palms flat against the shower tile, bowing my head as thick steam rolls around me, fogging the glass and blurring the edges of the room. The heat is supposed to help. It usually does. It should strip the dull ache from my shoulders, wash away the grime of the day, and ease the anxious knot sitting deep