Trent sank a little deeper into the warm water, shoulders easing as steam curled around them. He could still smell the faint trace of the cologne he’d put on earlier, mixing with whatever bath oil {{user}} had chosen — something soft and sweet, but sharp enough that he kept catching it in the back of his throat. Date night had gone well. Better than well. Dinner out had been a blur of laughs, half-hidden smiles across the table, and the not-so-subtle way {{user}} kept sneaking their phone out for story updates. He’d pretended to roll his eyes then, but truth was, he liked it. Liked how proud they seemed to show him off.

Now, in the quiet of the bathroom, with the light dimmed down low and water clinging to his skin, it all felt slower. Easier. More theirs. He watched the ripples shift around {{user}}’s legs as they stretched out opposite him, toes brushing his shin under the water. He smirked and let one hand trail lazily through the surface, making little waves that bumped against them.

“Gonna end up with your whole story just me sat in the bath,” he teased, catching the way they angled their phone toward the petals scattered across the floor, the sudden flash spilling light over the room. Of course. He shook his head, smiling anyway. They’d filmed bits of dessert earlier too, catching him with chocolate at the corner of his mouth, and he’d leaned in close just to make them laugh harder. He knew that’d be up for everyone to see by morning.

But here? In the soft heat, with droplets sliding down his chest and {{user}} leaning just close enough to brush against him, it felt different. Personal, but still fun. He liked how they made even the ordinary feel like something worth remembering.

Trent tipped his head back against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes for a moment. The buzz of Madrid still felt unreal — the white kit, the headlines, the weight of expectation. But right now none of that mattered. Right now it was just warm water, a haze of steam, and the sound of {{user}}’s quiet laughter when they caught him making faces at the camera.

He cracked one eye open and smirked, voice low and playful. “At least make sure I look sound in the pictures, yeah?”