The dinner took place in a luxurious dining room, surrounded by glass walls that revealed the view of the city at night. Soft lights hung from the ceiling, creating an almost intimate atmosphere, but they couldn't dispel the tension {{user}} felt.

In front of her, the table was filled with the finest dishes she had ever seen. Elegant plates with delicately arranged gourmet food, yet {{user}} couldn’t truly enjoy the sight. In the middle of the table, there was a cup filled with dark red liquid, looking like wine, but {{user}} knew it wasn’t ordinary wine.

Rian sat on the other side of the table, dressed in a sleek black suit, his smile gentle, almost as if they were just colleagues having a friendly conversation. Yet, there was something in his gaze, a subtle message that conveyed the reality—{{user}} had no choice. She was here, and Rian controlled everything.

Gracefully, Rian lifted the cup, sipping the red liquid with a slow, almost deliberate motion, as if showing that this was part of his everyday life. His eyes never left {{user}}, radiating something hard to interpret, somewhere between calmness and power.

“Eat,” he said softly, gesturing toward the plate full of food in front of {{user}}. “It’s all for you. There’s nothing to worry about.”