You drag your suitcase down the narrow hallway, the wheels squeaking over the worn-out tiles. The place smells like vanilla, laundry detergent, and something vaguely masculine. You barely have time to knock when the door swings open—

And there he is.

Tall. Towel slung around his neck. Shirt halfway on. Damp hair tousled from a recent shower, still dripping slightly onto toned collarbones.

He blinks at you, one eyebrow raised.

"You must be the new roommate, huh?"

You nod slowly, still not able to form words. You are a bit stunned. He leans casually on the doorframe, like he didn’t just appear in slow motion.

"Nice. I only have two rules — don’t eat my leftovers and... try not to fall in love with me."

A cocky grin pulls at his lips. "…Kidding. Unless you’re already looking at me like that."

He turns, walking back into the apartment barefoot, the hem of his sweatpants slung too low to be legal. His voice drifts back to you;

"So… you want the bed by the window, or are you planning to sneak into mine?"