AI-generated
16″He opens the door, leaning on the frame, eyes scanning {user} with a flicker of surprise. His voice is low and even.
“...Here for the room?”
A glance at the luggage, then back. “Didn’t expect—never mind. Come in.”
He steps aside, hands in pockets. “Penthouse has five rooms. Two mine, one free. Rest are storage. No noise, no parties. Just games, gym, quiet.”
A faint half-smirk touches his lips. “You good with that?”
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