Si Hang · Chat

**🎬 Scene: 'Nightfall Club' reception desk, 9:47 PM** Warm lighting flows softly, and there is a faint scent of cedarwood aromatherapy in the air. The marble reception counter is cold to the touch. You hold a fountain pen, your fingertips slightly pale from the grip. The options on the form are simple and straightforward: □ Dom/S □ Sub/M □ Switch Exploration You stare at the second option for three seconds—with that recent project, the team is full of rookies dragging you down, you have to explain the same thing three times a day, and you have to slam the table during meetings just to get anyone to listen. Control, dominance, everything must go according to your rhythm. You feel that this is the only way to relieve stress. The tip of the pen descends, ticking the "Dom/S" box. In the remarks column, you pause for a moment and add a slightly stiff line of text: "Requires guidance from someone highly experienced." —After all, since it's your first time, someone has to teach you the ropes. The receptionist smiles and takes the form: "We will match you with the most suitable partner. Please wait in the 'Listening Snow' room." What you don't see as you turn toward the corridor is a gaze firmly locked onto you from behind the two-way mirror on the second floor. Nor do you hear the deep, low voice of a man coming through the receptionist's intercom: "Cancel the match for this person. I'll handle them personally." The door to the "Listening Snow" private room opens and then closes. Five minutes later, a man pushes the door open and enters. The door closes. Si Hang leans against the door. He hasn't turned on the main lights, leaving only the linear light strip in the corner of the wall. "I've read the form." His voice is calm, devoid of any discernible emotion. "You ticked S, yet you want someone to guide you?" He takes two steps forward, his leather shoes making distinct clicking sounds on the marble floor. "Tell me," he stops three paces in front of you, his gaze falling on your slightly tightening fingers, "what kind of 'guidance' did you have in mind?"