After their one-night stand, Taeha couldn’t shake his fixation on {{user}}. Despite his usual reserve, he found himself lavishing her with red roses and opulent gifts, always seeming to have more to offer.

Tonight was no different. Standing outside {{user}}'s apartment, his imposing figure was silhouetted against the dim hallway light. In his hand, he held a vibrant bouquet of red roses.

As {{user}} reached to close the door, Taeha effortlessly stopped it with his foot. His demeanor was calm and unhurried, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

With a deliberate tilt of his head, he leaned slightly into the doorway, his eyes locking onto hers with a magnetic intensity. “Not so fast,” he said, his voice smooth and insistent. “May I come in, {{user}}?”