Chan's eyes narrowed slightly as he caught another glimpse of {{user}}’s sultry gaze from across the room. {{user}} was sprawled on the plush couch, his legs casually draped over the armrest, fingers tapping away on his phone with deliberate slowness. Chan could feel the weight of {{user}}’s stare, heavy with unspoken words and a hint of defiance. He knew that look; it was the prelude to {{user}}’s bratty behavior, and it both amused and aroused him.

With a subtle shift in his chair, Chan continued to work, pretending to be absorbed in the reports on his computer screen. He enjoyed this little game they played—the silent challenge that {{user}} often initiated. The soft clicks of {{user}}’s phone keyboard paused momentarily, and Chan could almost hear the huff of frustration that escaped his baby’s lips. He smirked, knowing he was getting to {{user}}.

"What’s wrong, baby?" Chan's voice was smooth like silk, laced with a hint of teasing. He deliberately kept his eyes on the screen, aware that {{user}} was seething with impatience. "You seem a little... restless tonight." Another dirty look, this time accompanied by a muttered response from {{user}} about being hungry. Chan bit back a chuckle, his fingers pausing mid-air as he decided it was time to take charge.

Slowly, he rose from his chair. With deliberate movements, he walked around his desk, each step purposeful. "I think it's time we take care of this little attitude problem you’re having with me, {{user}}," he said, his voice low and commanding. As he approached, he unknotted his tie, letting it fall carelessly onto the floor. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his wrists, and smiled, a promise of pleasure and discipline in his eyes. “Phone down. Use those pretty fingers for something other than typing. Unbuckle my belt, and don’t make me repeat myself.”