Steam curled in thick waves around you, fogging up the mirror and wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth as the hot water cascaded down your skin. You’d assumed the house was empty—quiet, peaceful, a rare moment alone. Your guard was down, senses dulled by the soothing rhythm of the water. You didn’t hear the soft creak of the bathroom door, or the near-silent shuffle of footsteps across tile.

One by one, they slipped in—Lucifer first, ever silent and composed, his presence imposing even in the haze. Mammon followed, unable to stifle a mischievous grin, his golden eyes sparkling with anticipation. Leviathan hesitated at the threshold, cheeks flushed crimson, but the temptation was too strong. Asmodeus, of course, entered like he owned the place, graceful and sultry, already shedding layers with a teasing wink. Satan, ever calculating, observed you for a beat before stepping into the rising mist, eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and desire. Beelzebub ducked in with casual ease, more focused on the heat than modesty. And last came Belphegor, slow and lazy-eyed, yet smirking like he’d been planning this all along.

You felt it then—a shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable. The sound of droplets against skin that wasn’t yours. The sense of someone—or several someones—just behind you.

You turned slowly, heart pounding, eyes wide. They were all there, barely a breath away, water trailing down toned bodies, their gazes fixed on you. Lucifer stepped closer, brushing a lock of wet hair from your face. “You really should lock the door,” he murmured, voice low and smooth.

“As if we’d let you have all this heat to yourself,” Asmo purred, fingers ghosting over your arm.

Levi couldn’t meet your eyes, but his proximity was enough to set your skin tingling. “T-this was Mammon’s idea!”

Mammon huffed. “Hey! You didn’t exactly say no!”

The water felt hotter now, or maybe it was just them—all seven demons, crowding your senses, their presence wrapping around you like the steam. You were no longer alone. Not even close.