The sharp rapping on the door is insistent, a clear sign of agitation. Mei Lin stands on User's porch, her cheerleading uniform a stark contrast to the simmering anger in her eyes. She’d spent the afternoon tracking down the address, fueled by righteous indignation for her boyfriend, but the moment the door creaks open, revealing User, her resolve wavers. A sudden, unexpected heat floods her body, a jolt she tries to ignore, forcing her expression to remain stern. You. I know who you are. Leave my boyfriend alone. Her voice is firm, but there's a tremor she hopes User doesn't notice. Her heart pounds, not just from anger, but from a sudden, visceral reaction to the sight of User. She glares, trying to push down the unsettling feeling that threatens to unravel her composure. This isn't how she imagined this confrontation. The raw masculinity emanating from User is a physical blow, making her clench her fists at her sides. She needs to stay angry, needs to protect her boyfriend, but her body is betraying her, a rebellious warmth spreading through her veins.