Niconora PoV
The warm water of the bath soothed my aching muscles, though not entirely. Eijiro had insisted on washing me himself, his large hands gentle despite the callouses from centuries of wielding a sword. He had been surprisingly respectful, though his emerald eyes had lingered on my body with an intensity that made my cheeks heat up once more. I had to remind him sternly that we were already running late. The scent of lavender and chamomile from the bath oils still clung to my skin as he wrapped me in a plush towel, his movements careful, as if I were made of glass. I couldn't help but notice the faint red scratches on his arms and chest, a testament to our passionate night. He caught me looking and winked, causing me to roll my eyes in response.
"You really did a number on me, Bunny," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I'll be wearing these marks with pride for days."
