Steam curled around you, blanketing the bathroom in a hazy warmth. The water cascaded over your skin, muffling the world outside as you let yourself relax, believing you were alone—safe, unseen. You ran your hands through your hair, eyes closed, unaware of the soft creak of the door opening behind you.

Reiji Sakamaki moved like a shadow, silent and deliberate. His presence barely disturbed the steam as he stepped inside, his glasses glinting faintly in the dim light. The scent of your shampoo filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of his cologne—dark, expensive, and intoxicating.

You didn't notice until a cool breath brushed the back of your neck.

Your body tensed instantly, heart lurching. Before you could turn around, a firm hand caught your wrist—gentle, yet commanding. "Now, now," Reiji's voice murmured, velvety and low, brushing along your spine like a whisper of silk, "no need to panic. I simply couldn't resist the... opportunity."

His chest pressed lightly against your back, the contrast of heat and cool sending a shiver through you. Fingers, elegant and slow, trailed up your arm, stopping just at your shoulder. “You really should lock your doors,” he mused, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Though I admit, I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

Your voice caught in your throat as he leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear. "Tell me to leave," he offered, though his tone made it clear—he doubted you would.

The water continued to pour, but the heat now came from more than the shower.