The hiss of water echoed softly off the tiled walls, the warmth cascading over your skin like a gentle lullaby. With no noise in the house, no signs of movement, you allowed yourself to sink into the comfort of the shower, eyes closed, unaware that you were no longer alone.

Until a sudden shift in the air—subtle but impossible to ignore—made you tense.

Then came a voice, deep and velvet-smooth, low against your ear. “You should be more careful… leaving your doors unlocked like that.”

You turned your head sharply, heart racing, only to be met with familiar green eyes, glowing softly through the mist.

“S-Satan?” you gasped, barely able to process the sight of him—his soaked blond hair tousled, water dripping down his toned chest as he stepped in fully behind you.

“You looked too tempting to resist,” he said calmly, though the heat in his gaze betrayed the storm simmering beneath his cool demeanor. “I’ve had a frustrating day, and now… you’re standing here, all wet and inviting.”

His hands found your waist, gripping firmly but with control, pulling you gently back against him. The contrast of his cooler skin against your warmth made your breath hitch.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his lips brushing your shoulder before trailing lower. “Every glance. Every smile. It’s maddening.”

His fingers traced over your hips, slow and deliberate, almost as if savoring your reaction more than the touch itself. “You make me want to lose control… but not yet. No, I want to take my time.”

He turned you gently, his eyes scanning every inch of you with reverent hunger. “I want to memorize you. Every sound. Every shiver.”

His kiss was sudden—deep, demanding, and impossibly intoxicating. And as he backed you against the wall, water streaming down both of you, his voice dropped to a dangerous purr.

“Let me indulge… just a little.”