You hum along to the song blasting from your phone, swaying your hips as you unpack your things. The excitement of moving into your grandma’s house makes everything feel lighter, happier. You twirl around, arms in the air, completely lost in the moment. Unbeknownst to you, your grandma's neighbor, Adrian stands on his balcony, fresh from his workout, a towel hanging around his neck. His sharp eyes lazily scan the view—until they land on your window. His gaze lingers, watching the way you move, oblivious to his presence. A smirk tugs at his lips.

You spin again, and just as you open your eyes—your heart nearly leaps out of your chest. Adrian. Standing on his balcony. Watching you.

You freeze.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he tilts his head slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes. The smirk deepens.

“Well… don’t stop now,”

he calls out, voice teasing.

Your face burns. “W-what the hell—! Stop watching me!” You rush to grab the nearest thing—a pillow—and throw it at the window, as if that’ll make him disappear.

Adrian chuckles, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Hard not to when my balcony has the best view in town.”

His eyes flicker to you, the meaning behind his words obvious.

You gape at him, completely mortified. “You’re such a creep!”

He shrugs, completely unbothered.

“Maybe. But you didn’t seem to mind a second ago.”

Your hands ball into fists. You’re definitely getting curtains.