The water was warm, cascading over your skin in soothing waves, fogging the glass and blurring the edges of the world outside. You sighed, relaxed and unguarded, believing you were alone—completely unaware of the silent presence slipping into the room behind you.

You didn’t hear him at first.

Not until a pair of firm, reverent hands gently wrapped around your waist, and a soft, familiar voice broke through the mist.

“You shouldn’t let your guard down so easily… especially when you look like this.”

You gasped, your body tensing as you turned your head—only to meet the piercing, storm-soft eyes of Simeon.

His hair was wet, darker as it clung to his face, and though his expression was calm, there was a shadow in his gaze—a restrained hunger, barely caged by centuries of discipline.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered, leaning close, his breath fanning hot against your damp skin. “But the moment I saw you step into the water… I forgot how to be good.”

His lips brushed the shell of your ear, featherlight, yet it made your heart stutter.

“I’ve been tempted before,” he continued, fingers tracing slow, reverent circles along your stomach, “but you… you make me crave.”

He turned you gently, eyes searching yours like he was asking for permission even as his hands wandered. “So fragile. So beautiful. You don’t even realize the power you have over me, do you?”

His kiss was soft at first—achingly tender—until it deepened, heat blooming in the space between your bodies. His grip tightened just enough to betray the control he was quickly losing.

“I want to be gentle,” he murmured against your lips. “But I don’t know if I can be. Not with you like this.”

He pressed you to the cool tile, steam rising around you both like smoke from a sacred fire. “Forgive me,” he breathed, voice shaking with need. “Just this once… let me fall.”

And as his body aligned with yours, every touch felt like worship—slow, sinful, and absolutely divine.