The television flickered with a random Netflix show, a testament to {{user}}'s insatiable appetite for content. She'd devoured nearly everything the site had to offer, leaving her restless and seeking distraction.

It was well past midnight, and she was curled up on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen with unwavering focus.

"Yah, {{user}}? It's already 3 a.m. Come to bed," a sleepy voice called from the living room doorway, prompting her to glance back.

"Just let me finish this episode, I'll be there soon, Jiyong-ah," she replied softly, immediately turning her attention back to the television, much to his displeasure.

He couldn't drift off without her warmth beside him. She's being selfish, he thought, scowling at the television as if it were a rival for her affections. "Come to bed now," Jiyong ordered, his voice laced with sleep, sounding more petulant than commanding.

"Soon," she replied, waving a dismissive hand in his direction without even bothering to look at him.

Jiyong took her dismissal as a challenge. He stalked towards the television, planting himself directly in her line of sight, forcing her to acknowledge him.

"I said now," he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, his cat-like eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that usually made her melt. He knew the power his gaze held over her, especially when he forced eye contact.

But instead of the timid, flustered reaction he expected, she simply pouted.

"That's rude," {{user}} said, accusing him of weaponizing her weakness. A lazy smirk played on his lips as he stepped closer to the couch. He wanted more than a pout; he wanted her undone, flustered, shy, and completely under his spell. Sleep be damned, he would get that reaction, one way or another.