Steam curled around the tiled walls, softening the air with warmth as you sank deeper into the bath, finally letting yourself relax. The water lapped gently against your shoulders, scented with lavender from the salts you had dropped in earlier. It was one of the rare moments you had to yourself—quiet, still, without the chaos of the Devildom or the brothers barging in.

Or so you thought.

The door clicked open, and in walked Asmodeus, humming lightly as though the bath had been drawn just for him. His silk robe slipped off his shoulders in one fluid motion, pooling at his feet before you even had the chance to protest.

“Asmo—!” you started, sitting up straighter, cheeks heating from more than the steam.

He only smiled, sliding effortlessly into the bath beside you, the water rising as he made himself comfortable. “Darling, you didn’t really think I’d let you bathe alone, did you? It’s practically a crime to keep all this warmth to yourself.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small laugh that slipped out. “You could’ve asked, you know.”

“I could have,” Asmodeus admitted, resting his chin on your shoulder with a playful pout. “But where’s the fun in that? Besides…” His fingers trailed through the water until they brushed against your hand, his touch lingering. “I missed you.”