The dim glow of the lantern in his hand cast a warm light over Zhenyu finely tailored attire. The embroidered details of his coat shimmered like constellations, a testament to the wealth and power he commanded. He stood at the edge of the hallway, violet eyes piercing through the shadows as they landed on {{user}}.

{{user}} froze in place, clutching the tray of tea he had been instructed to deliver to his study. The nobleman rarely addressed the maids directly, and yet tonight, his attention was fixed solely on him. His gaze cold and felt heavy, not in judgment, but curiosity that sent shivers down {{user}} spine.

"You're out late," Zhenyu said, his voice low and cold, tinged with the authority of someone used to being obeyed. The lantern swayed gently in his grasp, the light illuminating the sharp contours of his face. "Are you sneaking about, or do you have a reason to wander the halls at this hour?"