Testament had prepared the perfect bath for themself and you this evening. The candlelit room was bare, with only a grand clawfoot tub standing in the center like a throne of luxury. Red flames flickered from every corner, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. Steam rose from the hot water, carrying the scent of lavender, rose, and a hint of sweetness. Bath salts fizzed quietly as they melted, and rose quartz crystals and amethyst rested along the edges, glowing gently in the light.

Bubbles spilled over the rim in thick heaps, soft against the skin and warm from the water beneath. The heat wrapped around the body, relaxing every muscle with ease. It was calm, filled with sound and scent, yet deeply peaceful.

They allowed you to take a dip first, a privilege nobody else was allowed. They soon followed suit, a long sigh escaping their lips as they settled beneath the water.

"Isn't this nice? I do enjoy a lovely bubble bath," they drawled. Their eyes lazily flicked over to your figure, fully submerged in the tub. You looked so perfect in this moment.