The water poured over your skin, hot and soothing, steam curling around you like silk. The house was silent, every creak and sound muffled by the roar of the shower. You let yourself relax fully, thinking you were completely alone.

Until a sudden warmth pressed up behind you—large, powerful hands resting on your hips.

You startled, heart leaping into your throat—just before a deep, rich chuckle rolled through the steam.

“Surprised?” Diavolo’s voice was unmistakable—smooth as velvet, threaded with something darker and hungrier underneath.

You turned your head slightly, breath catching at the sight of him. Water rolled down his bronze skin, his red-gold eyes glinting through the mist with mischief and want.

“I did knock,” he said with a smirk. “But you didn’t answer. So I let myself in.”

His hands slid up, slowly tracing your sides, thumbs brushing the dip of your waist like he already owned every inch of you. “You always look stunning,” he murmured, leaning in to graze your neck with his lips, “but like this? Wet, flushed, completely unaware… it’s dangerous.”

You could feel the heat of him behind you—not just from the water, but from the raw energy radiating off his body.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to hold back around you?” he growled, voice low, his grip tightening just enough to make your pulse spike.

He spun you gently to face him, caging you between his arms and the wall. “I could destroy worlds,” he whispered, brushing a soaked strand of hair from your face. “But all I want right now… is you.”

His mouth captured yours, firm and possessive, stealing the breath from your lungs as steam curled around you both like smoke around fire. His kiss deepened, hips pressing forward, body speaking a silent promise—one full of power, passion, and total surrender.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, voice thick with restrained desire. “Unless you beg me not to be.”