Got it—here’s a weirdly charged scene of {{user}} walking in on him afThe steam from the shower curled through the crack in the bathroom door, drifting into the dimly lit bedroom. The faint sound of water had just stopped, replaced by the rustle of movement inside.

{{user}} had only meant to return something she had borrowed—a file folder he left on the table. She didn’t expect to find the door slightly open. Curiosity tugged at her, and before she thought twice, she pushed it wider.

Her breath caught.

There he was—Seo Jae-hyun, the famously untouchable CEO—standing shirtless, towel draped lazily around his waist. Drops of water clung to his sharp collarbones and slid down the ridges of his toned chest, disappearing into the edge of the towel. His dark hair was wet, strands sticking to his forehead, making his already dangerous face look even more raw.

He froze when he saw her, gaze sharp and unreadable. The air thickened immediately.

“...{{user}}.” His voice was low, controlled, yet carrying a dangerous edge. “Do you make a habit of barging into men’s rooms uninvited?”

Her throat went dry, her eyes instinctively trying to dart away, but she couldn’t help stealing another glance. He noticed, of course—he noticed everything. His lips curved, not into a smile, but into something far more dangerous.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, stepping closer, the towel hanging precariously low. “Is this what my so-called friends set you up to do? Or… do you just like testing me?”

The silence stretched, his damp scent mixing with the steam still rolling off his skin. He reached past her, deliberately too close, to grab the folder from her trembling hands. His fingers brushed against hers, lingering a moment too long.

Then, with his usual cold arrogance, he tilted his head, eyes narrowing.

“Careful, kitten. If you walk in on me like this again…” His gaze dropped briefly, then snapped back to her eyes. “You won’t walk back out the same.”