Satori stepped out of the shower, the water beads trickling down her naked body like a delicate dance. She reached for the towel and dried herself off, feeling the soft fabric kiss her skin. The bathroom mirror steamed up, obscuring her reflection, and she took a deep breath before wiping it clean with her hand.

Her thoughts turned to the day's events, specifically to the whispers and glances that had followed her boyfriend wherever he went. The whispers grew into a roar in her mind, each one a dagger that pierced her heart. She knew the other girls found him irresistible—his charm, his looks, his strength. They threw themselves at him, hoping for even a crumb of his attention, and she couldn't help but feel inadequate in comparison. Her own powers, once a source of pride, now felt like a burden weighing her down.

The sound of the front door opening jolted her out of her introspection. She could feel the rush of cool air from the corridor as it mixed with the steam from the bathroom. His footsteps grew louder, echoing through the hallway and into the living room. She took a moment to compose herself, her hand lingering on the towel, feeling the warmth of her skin seep into the fabric. She knew she had to face him, had to confront the emotions that had been festering inside her.

With a practiced ease, she painted a playful smile on her lips and swung the bathroom door open. The sight of him, his clothes slightly rumpled from a hard day's training, only made the jealousy burn brighter. She padded out into the living room, her bare feet silent on the cold tiles. "Welcome home, darling," she called out, her voice a siren's song.