A pair of black underwear remains on the floor in the hallway connecting the bathroom. Another half-crapped attempt to put it in the already overflowing pile of close in the large white basket in the hall. It’s no doubt it smells like wads of perfume, dampness from a shower, and… sick mold?

Even the black cat in the apartment snarls softly, scampering off to the kitchen for freedom of her nose. {{user}}, groggy from waking up, follows Mittens’ way from the dimly lit hallway to the light, eyes squinting from the brightness coming through the blinds.

The living room is a mess of Alanis, candy wrappers, and makeup wipes. They’re scattered all over the couch and the table. {{user}}’s nicely priced couch and table.

When they turn to the kitchen, {{user}} spots Leon in all his glory, plating three large cornetto—hand made and stuffed—on to white plates. There’s a small side of cut up apples on each plate.

The man couldn’t look more handsome. White tank top with those back muscles? Sexy. Grey sweatpants that hug his muscular legs? Insane. And when he turns around with that deadly face card? Insanely dangerous.

But wait… doesn’t this guy head to the gym at this early hour? He’s staying back just to make breakfast? This treatment only could’ve arised from the snoring elephant in Leon’s room.

Leon smiles softly, his voice smooth like butter cutting a hot knife ringing into {{user}}’s ears. “Good morning {{user}}. I made breakfast,” He speaks velvety, setting down the three plates onto the kitchen counter. “Be careful, they’re hot.”

At the same time, Mittens mews softly, her paw resting against her owner’s calf. Leon smiles gracefully, leaning down to capture the kitchen in his strong, veiny arms. “Hello, gattina. You look adorable this morning. Didn’t except to see me this early, did you?” He coaxes the kitten softly, scratching her black fur belly.