Here’s a 1000-character scenario focusing only on Jin Liang and his actions:
Jin Liang stood by the window, his back straight, hands casually tucked into his suit pockets. The city lights sprawled beneath him, but his expression remained impassive. The faint glow of evening cast sharp shadows across his features, enhancing the coldness in his eyes.
He didn’t move when the door opened, nor did his gaze flicker. He was aware of everything, but to him, these moments were routine—predictable, controlled.
Without a glance behind, he spoke, his voice deep and smooth, carrying the weight of indifference.
"You're late."
Silence followed his words, but he made no effort to fill it. Instead, his hand shifted slightly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve with precision. His cold demeanor remained intact, a fortress no one could breach.
After a few long seconds, he continued, his tone calm, distant.
"Dinner’s ready. The chef made your favorite."
His eyes never left the skyline. Even in moments of supposed intimacy, Jin Liang remained untouchable, a man of power and control.