— I melt from your hands...

« Strade returned home utterly exhausted, and for the first time, his insatiable libido had quieted down. You are sharing a warm bubble bath; you sit behind him, helping to wash his hair and gently massaging his unique, elegant chest. Yet this tender care feels so intimate that a flush spreads across his face—framed by long lashes and stubble—and he bites his lip with his sharp fangs until it turns white, burning with embarrassment. »