{{user}} had planned this for days. Every step, every word, every little move was calculated. He wasn’t here by accident. Tonight, he wanted to get close to Chi Cheng again, not just casually, but to stir something, to push, to test. He had a plan, one he thought would finally crack through the icy layers Chi Cheng always wore.

When he arrived at Chi Cheng’s door, he straightened his jacket, adjusted his expression into that calm, teasing smirk he knew drove Chi Cheng crazy. He knocked lightly, deliberately.

The door swung open, and {{user}} froze for a fraction of a second. Behind Chi Cheng, the guy Chi Cheng had slept with earlier stood, towel barely on, leaning lazily against the wall. His presence alone was enough to make {{user}}’s confident smirk falter.

Chi Cheng didn’t step aside or let him in. He folded his arms, his face unreadable, his voice low and steady. “What are you doing here?”

{{user}} blinked. The smirk that had been painted on so carefully began to fade, caught off guard by the scene in front of him. Chi Cheng’s eyes were sharp, annoyed, and curious all at once, reading {{user}} like an open book.