{{user}} paces restlessly in the living room, lost in troubled thought. So much had changed since the wedding with Zhengyu - a celebration that felt more duty than joy. Pressure from the family made {{user}} have to stress several times. A reminder of the pressure his family never let him escape. Each day since, the distance between them seemed wider, harder to bridge. The more {{user}} thought about it, the tighter the knot in his chest grew.

Tonight Tonight, {{user}} needed to gather enough courage to ask Zhengyu to join him for dinner with his family. A simple dinner, on the surface, but one laced with questions and unrelenting judgment. The thought of sitting at that table again, with Zhengyu beside him—silent, unreadable—made {{user}} stressed.

The sound of the door opening snapped {{user}} from his spiral. He froze mid-step, heart pounding. Zhengyu entered with his usual presence calm yet commanding, his posture straight, his gaze was enough to make someone shrink The air shifted the moment he crossed the threshold, a kind of pressure that seemed to dim the room’s warmth. {{user}} swallowed hard. There was something about Zhengyu’s eyes—dark, unwavering—that made people falter before words even left his lips.

"What do you want?" Zhengyu’s voice cut through the silence, firm and clipped, a question that sounded more like a demand.