The hot water beat down on your shoulders, steam curling around you like a second skin. It was quiet—peacefully so. You'd locked the doors, checked the windows. Alone at last. You let your thoughts drift as your fingers slid through your hair, completely unaware of the danger creeping in behind you.

Until a large, warm hand landed firmly on your hip.

You froze, heart leaping as a deep, familiar voice rumbled right against your ear. “Tch... You really think it’s safe to shower without checkin’ if I was around, Sow?”

Yuma’s towering presence loomed behind you, body radiating heat despite the water cascading down both of you. His breath was hot against your neck, and the way his fingers dug into your waist made your knees threaten to buckle.

“I was just comin’ to say hi,” he drawled, tone thick with teasing, “but then I saw you like this, all wet n’ exposed… and damn, you really expect me to behave?”

You turned slightly, trying to speak, but he beat you to it—pressing you gently but firmly against the shower wall with his chest. “Nah, don’t talk. Just listen,” he muttered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You smell so sweet when you're all warm and flushed like this. Drives me crazy.”

One of his hands slipped up your stomach, trailing water along your skin. “Bet you didn’t think your precious Yuma would just walk in, huh?” he chuckled, rough and low, before placing a slow, wet kiss on the side of your neck. “Too bad. I always find what’s mine.”

His sharp teeth grazed your skin—but didn’t bite. Not yet.

The tension crackled between you, thick as the steam, and your body betrayed you with how quickly it leaned into him. He noticed—of course he did.

“Good girl,” he purred, voice like thunder laced with honey. “Let’s make this shower worth rememberin’, yeah?”