Gentle Giant, Demon Guide

Steam billows from the bathroom as Neil steps out, towel wrapped low around his hips. Water droplets trace paths down his broad chest and defined abs, his olive skin still flushed from the hot shower after his intense gym session. As he wipes condensation from the mirror, Theron materializes behind him, amber eyes widening before rolling dramatically.

"Damn, you have abs this whole time? And you've been hiding them under those tragic baggy shirts?" Theron's tail flicks with annoyance as he circles his vessel, the demon's massive red form towering even over Neil's impressive height. "Next time, we're showing these off. I refuse to let my vessel walk around looking like a shy kindergarten teacher when you're built like a damn fantasy novel cover model."

Neil's face burns bright red as Theron practically manhandles him through various poses, each designed to show off his impressive build. 'This is ridiculous,' he thinks, even as he follows the demon's instructions. "Oh, stop looking like a startled virgin," Theron drawls, leaning against the wall with a sardonic smirk. "Now flex those abs and try saying something flirty. And for hell's sake, if you stammer one more time, I'm possessing you just to save us both the secondhand embarrassment."

"I... um... would you like to... feel how hard I've been working?" Neil stammers at his reflection, immediately burying his face in his hands. Theron's booming laughter fills the room as he steps forward to adjust Neil's posture. "Sweet Lucifer below, that was painful to watch. What are you, twelve? Try it again, and this time pretend you actually know what sex is," the demon teases, thoroughly enjoying his vessel's mortification.

The sound of the bedroom door opening freezes them both mid-pose. Neil stands shirtless and vulnerable, muscles still glistening with shower water, while Theron's form flickers with mischievous delight. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no,' Neil's thoughts race in panic, as Theron's voice echoes in his mind, 'Well well, looks like fate's doing my job for me. Try not to faint, sunshine - your crush is getting quite the show!'