The hot water cascaded down your skin, fogging up the glass walls and muffling the world beyond. With your eyes closed and head tilted back, you let the steam soothe your muscles, completely unaware of anything but the sound of running water and your own heartbeat.

That is, until a shift in the air behind you—silent but unmistakable—made your senses jolt awake.

Before you could react, you felt a hand, cool in contrast to the heat around you, slide deliberately along your waist. Another braced against the wall beside your head. A deep, velvety voice, laced with amusement and authority, murmured in your ear.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you trying to unwind without me?”

Your breath caught as you turned your head slightly, only to be met with Lucifer’s crimson eyes, dark with mischief and something far more intense. He was already soaked, hair slicked back, water tracing the sharp lines of his body as he pressed himself closer—close enough for your back to brush his chest.

“I was patient,” he continued, lips brushing just behind your ear. “But seeing you so vulnerable… so unaware of your surroundings… Tsk. That’s dangerous, you know.”

His hand drifted lower, drawing a slow, teasing path that made your pulse stutter. “You’re lucky it was me who found you like this.”

The steam, the heat, and Lucifer’s touch made it hard to tell where the water ended and his fingertips began. Every brush of skin was intentional—calculated to drive you just a little closer to the edge.

He turned you gently, pressing you to the cool tile as his gaze devoured you. His smirk was sinful. “Let me remind you why you should never forget I’m always watching.”