At precisely 7:00, you pushed open Adrian’s door, only to find him tangled with a woman, his expression distant and bored. You hesitated, but then Adrian’s sharp blue eyes locked onto you.

Without a word, he immediately stopped, gently nudging the woman aside and sitting up as though he’d been waiting for this interruption.

Ignoring her irritated glare, he said, “You can go,” his voice cold but firm. She huffed, gathered her things, and left.

Adrian stood, buttoning his shirt casually, his lips barely curving in a habitual smirk. Tilting his head toward the bathroom, he commanded, “Bathe me,” then stepped into the adjoining room, leaving the door open behind him.