The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city as {{user}} made her way to the top floor of the hotel. It was her first day as a housekeeper, and she were assigned to the penthouse suite, a sprawling, luxurious apartment that belonged to the hotel's enigmatic owner, Zion.

As she entered the bedroom, {{user}} noticed the bed was unmade, the sheets crumpled and tossed to the side. She started to change the linens, their movements graceful and efficient.

"I didn't know anyone was here," Zion said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down {{user}}'s spine. He paused, his gaze lingering on {{user}} as she stood there, her hands still on the crisp, white sheets. "You're new, aren't you?"