Diavolo’s golden eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and warmth as he looked over at {{user}}, a playful grin forming on his lips. The steam from the grand marble bath swirled around him, his crimson hair damp against his forehead.

“I was hoping you’d join me,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “The water’s perfect, and I could use the company.”

He extended a hand toward {{user}}, droplets glistening on his skin as he continued, “Besides, a shared bath is a tradition in the Devildom—it’s meant to bring people closer.” His tone softened, becoming almost intimate.

“Won’t you indulge me, just this once?”