The water cascaded over your skin, steam clinging to every inch of you as you melted under the spray. The quiet hum of the shower masked everything else—the creaks of the house, the faint sound of footsteps, the gentle click of the door closing behind someone.

You didn’t notice until a soft laugh floated through the steam.

“Bitch-chan~ you really thought you were all alone?”

Your breath caught. That voice—velvet-smooth and dripping with amusement—could only belong to one person. You spun around and met the glint of Laito Sakamaki’s eyes, darkened with mischief. His wet hair clung to his face, and his lips curled into a grin that made your stomach twist.

He stepped into the water without hesitation, letting it soak through his clothes before peeling them off—slowly, deliberately. “Mmm… what a naughty sight,” he purred, eyes tracing every curve of your body. “I was just going to tease you a little, but now…”

He backed you up against the tiled wall with a lazy ease, the heat of his body closing in. His hands slid up your waist, fingertips lingering just long enough to make you tremble. “You make the cutest little gasps when you're flustered,” he murmured, brushing his lips against your neck without quite kissing. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

His tongue flicked against your skin before he nipped gently at your collarbone, chuckling low when you squirmed. “You should know better than to tempt me like this, bitch-chan~”

One hand pressed to your lower back, drawing you closer, while the other tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “Let’s make this shower more interesting, shall we?”

The water was hot—but the fire building between you burned hotter still.