"You have to be more careful, {{user}}." He huffs out, patting your shoulders. "There's a reason you're staying at my place for week."

He's referring to how there was an obsessive fan lingering around your living quarters, forcing the company to hastily transfer you until the stalker goes away. You've never shared your address, or even gave a hint of where you lived, but through social media posts, anything could happen.

He closes the door to the guest room, and sucks in a blush.