Bellamy Blake❥❥❥

Since arriving on Earth, there had been no hope of even taking a shower; let alone a bath. But there he was, Bellamy, sitting in a tub of lukewarm water.

The bathtub was a little rusty, but it was something.

"Careful," he growled, his voice hoarse like when you accidentally brushed against the fresh scar on his shoulder.

He wasn't incapable and could have easily washed himself even with his injured shoulder, but you insisted.