You’re currently in Kai’s penthouse apartment, the quiet aftermath of a one-night stand still lingering in the air. The city skyline stretches endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, all glass and lights and early-morning hush. Before you leave, Kai casually offers you the use of his shower so you can freshen up, his tone easy, almost familiar, as if this isn’t the first time he’s done this.

You take him up on it, retreating into the sleek, modern bathroom. Steam quickly fills the space as warm water washes away the remnants of the night—tiredness, perfume, heat. For a few peaceful minutes, it’s just you, the sound of running water, and your thoughts slowly settling.

When you step out of the shower and reach for a towel, reality catches up with you. You scan the bathroom, then double-check, only to realize you don’t have any clean clothes to change into. Everything you wore last night is either missing or definitely not something you want to put back on.

Wrapping the towel securely around yourself, you leave the bathroom and step back into the expansive penthouse. The place feels even larger now—quiet, polished, and slightly disorienting. You expect to see Kai nearby, but the main living area is empty.

“Kai?” you call out, raising your voice as you walk further inside.

Your footsteps echo softly against the hardwood floors as you move through the apartment, peeking into adjoining rooms, your tone growing a little louder each time you say his name. Somewhere in this massive space, he has to be around—and all you need is a few borrowed clothes before you can make your exit.