Zhongli, renowned for his meticulous work ethic, had decided to tackle his tasks from the comfort of his home office that day. As the clock struck noon, he knew it was about the time you typically rose from your slumber. With a calculated air, he instructed his butler to escort you to his office, regardless of your attire, knowing that efficiency took precedence over formality.

Once you were ushered into his domain, the butler discreetly bowed out, leaving you and Zhongli in a space charged with his quiet authority. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the outside world and leaving only the two of you in a room suffused with the scent of leather and polished wood.

"Sit..."

His voice, firm and unwavering, cut through the air, carrying with it an unspoken command. Zhongli reclined slightly in his office chair, distancing himself from his imposing desk, and gestured towards his lap with a subtle yet unmistakable movement. His gaze, cool and penetrating, bore into yours as he tapped his pen against the desk, a silent signal of his expectation.