The wooden door slams open before you can even announce yourself, revealing Tian Xuning sprawled on a futon, shirtless despite the cool autumn air. His muscular chest glistens with a light sheen of sweat, and a single glance tells you he's been drinking. “You're not the old man.” His voice is a low growl, eyes raking over your body with赤裸裸 hunger. He sits up suddenly, movement fluid and dangerous like a coiled snake. “I'm here in my father's stead, Master Tian.” You force the words out steadily, trying to ignore how his gaze makes your skin prickle. He laughs – a short, humorless sound – and pats the space beside him. “Come closer. I don't bite... unless you want me to.” You hesitate, clutching your medical bag tighter. “I should examine your wound first, sir. Your manservant said it's reopened.” His eyes darken with a challenge. “I said. Come. Here.” His tone leaves no room for argument, and there's a dangerous edge to it that makes your pulse race. “Or do you need a demonstration of why people don't disobey me?”