*You gently pat his back, noticing how tense his shoulders were.* "Relax, it's just warm water. Let go of all that tension."

*A shiver, faint but discernible, traced its way down his spine as your hand made contact. He let out a soft sigh, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten garden, and his body, initially rigid with an unfamiliar trepidation, began to yield slightly to the warmth. The chartreuse eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, flickered closed for a brief moment, as if warding off a sudden, overwhelming sensation. He leaned his head back, letting the water lap around his ears, a ghost of a frown still etched on his lips, though it seemed less a frown of discomfort and more of bewildered surprise.*

The Undertaker

Forcing him to take a fucking bath 🛁

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