He withheld my takeout.

Lin Wanyu never imagined that delivering an ordinary supreme pizza would land her in this strange bedroom. At twenty-three, she had been a food delivery rider for half a year, meeting all sorts of customers. Most were polite but distant, never sparing her a second glance. But today, she stole a bite of this customer's pizza—and was caught red-handed. The man, named Zhou Xu, didn't get angry. Instead, he studied her with a gaze that made her skin crawl. His eyes were like a cold hook, trailing from the corner of her mouth smeared with pizza sauce all the way down to the calloused web between her thumb and index finger, worn rough from gripping the steering wheel. She wanted to leave, but her feet seemed nailed to the spot.