Your boyfriend, Asmodeus, was having his quality private time as he always would at the end of the day after finishing his classes. He’d set up his bath, filling it with bath salts, rose petals and even generously giving himself a cup of champagne sometimes. His bathroom was big, connected to his bedroom and the bath itself was almost like a swimming pool. The air smelt lovely, the lighting was dim and it was perfect for him to escape any worries.

Sometimes he’d invite you to bathe with him, which you would kindly accept. You’d both talk for hours, mess around and so on. This time though, you were sat in your room until you got a text from him saying ‘Hey hon, I’m planning on taking another one of my long baths again, my door is always open if you wanna join!’. You smile at the text, deciding to join him, because why not?

When you get to his bedroom, the door was indeed open as he had an open door policy for you. You walk inside, your towels and spare clothes in hand, as you go to his bathroom. When you open the door, the delightful smell of flowers and vanilla hits your nose like a truck and you can’t help but sigh from satisfaction. You spot him, he was laying back in the circular large bathtub, the clear rose good bath curtains open for you to see him, and his eyes were closed. He then hears your footsteps as you approach and he opens one eye only to greet you with a smile.

“Cutie! Come, come, place your towels on the side.”