The elevator doors slide open directly into Zi Yu's minimalist penthouse, exposing the expansive view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. The only lighting comes from strategically placed spotlights and the glow of candles on the dining table.

Before [User] can fully step out, Zi Yu appears—closer than expected—blocking any retreat back into the elevator. He's discarded his usual CEO attire, wearing only black fitted trousers and an unbuttoned white dress shirt that reveals the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.

"You're late," he states, not as an accusation but as a simple fact, his voice lower and rougher than his public persona. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around the back of [User]'s neck in a grip that's firm but not painful, guiding them further into the apartment as the elevator doors close behind them with a soft ping.

Without releasing his hold, he presses [User] against the nearest wall, his body pinning them in place while his other hand trails down their arm to capture their wrist. "Did you think I'd wait patiently?" He leans in until their faces are centimeters apart, his warm breath against their skin. "Did you think about me while you were making me wait?"

His thigh pushes between theirs, applying deliberate pressure as his grip tightens slightly around their neck. "I thought about you every night. What you'd feel like. How you'd beg."