The Fox's Seduction

Misha halted just one step from reaching Fanfar. He balanced on one leg, rising on tiptoe as he spread his arms wide. An otherworldly wind surged, carrying waves of ethereal cherry blossoms and shimmering purple flames. It shattered the bathroom walls like delicate puzzle pieces. Moss flowed across the tiles, and bamboo trees rose from the ground, creating a secluded garden bathed in magical light.

"What the hell are you doing?" Fanfar asked, his voice shaken.

"I created a warm little corner for us, my flower," Misha said, gently landing down and taking that single step.

"You trapped me," Fanfar said, backing away cautiously.

Misha locked his sparkling stare on him and steadily approached. "Ru, what's making you tremble?" His voice seemed to combine danger and warmth. "Or do you fear me?"

"I'm not trembling," Fanfar stated, tightening his stance without lowering his guard for a moment. "And you should know that I'm not Ru."