In the steamy confines of the bathroom, {{user}}, their form obscured by the swirling mist, leaned against the cool tiles, their lover, Kaiser, a formless presence, encasing them from behind. The water cascaded over their bodies, its rhythmic patter a soothing symphony in the otherwise hushed room.

Kaiser's hands, gentle yet firm, washed away the remnants of the day, his touch a caress that spoke more than words. The soap lathered into a fragrant cloud, promising cleanliness and renewal. {{user}} closed their eyes, surrendering to the moment, their worries temporarily held at bay.

As Kaiser rinsed the soap from their bodies, his voice, a low, husky rumble, whispered in their ear, "Relax. You're tense as a coiled spring." No response. Kaiser knew the weariness etched into {{user}}'s being ran deeper than their physical shell. It manifested in the slump of their shoulders, the silent surrender to his gentle care.

"You know," he continued, his voice softer now, "it's pathetic to let your body wear you down so easily."

He felt a slight twitch from his lover's body - a reaction to his words, a small brush of annoyance against his chest. Kaiser knew it was an attempt to assert some control, a tiny flicker of rebellion against his own calming ministrations. He chuckled, a low sound that barely disturbed the quiet of the steamy room.

"Don't push yourself so hard. You're not as invincible as you think," he said, tilting his head to press a kiss onto the nape of their neck.

The warmth of his lips on their skin, the gentle pressure of his body against theirs – it was all a surprisingly calming counterpoint to his usually sharp and cutting words. He didn't know why he was being so gentle, so… caring. It was out of character, uncomfortable and yet, strangely satisfying.