The bathhouse was thick with steam, the heat making the air heavy and damp. Jinu lay pinned against the wet tiles, the cold glow of the blade reflecting in his wide, dazed eyes. Above him, Rumi loomed in her dark leather, her presence sharp and lethal against the white mist. She held him down with effortless force, the edge of her weapon hovering just inches from his skin. Jinu didn’t struggle. Instead, his breath came in shallow, shaky hitches as he stared up at her, a faint, dizzied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looked completely captivated by the danger, his face flushing a deeper red than the steam could account for. He swallowed hard, his voice barely a breathy whisper as he looked her in the eye. "...You're... strong..."