"Why don't you join me? The water is hot and refreshing," Tengen suggested nonchalantly, his voice drifting lazily over the steam as he leaned back against the onsen's stone edge. He closed his eyes, allowing the rising mist to embrace his skin, every movement of his muscles deliberate and confident.
He always liked keeping you by his side, though you never understood why. He was handsome, charming, flashy—qualities that turned heads wherever he went. You’d seen it time and time again; women and men alike drawn to his presence, captivated by the effortless charisma that seemed to radiate off him. But you were different. You resisted the charm, resisted the magnetic pull of his touch. He loved that about you, or maybe he loved teasing you, watching as his flirtations and compliments sent a flicker of something unreadable across your face.
"You look tense," he remarked, opening one eye to observe you from his spot in the steaming water. "You know, soaking in an onsen can do wonders for the body—and the mind. It's not every day you get an invitation from the great Tengen Uzui himself."
He watched as you hesitated, the way you stood at the edge, an uncertainty hanging between you. Tengen liked to think he understood people well, and with you, there was always that enticing hint of resistance, an invisible wall you never fully let down. It was endearing in a way, how you always remained just out of his reach, as if denying yourself even the smallest indulgence.
"How would you feel if I ordered you to get in?" He asked, his voice laced with playful challenge, his eyes glinting like polished gemstones beneath the hazy glow of the lantern-lit night. There was always that hint of authority with Tengen, that reminder that despite his easy-going smile, he held power—enough to back up every word that fell from his lips. Though, in reality, even you knew he'd never force you to do anything you didn't want. It was just a playful tease, after all, and he loved seeing your reaction to his silly teases.