Phineas’ dark, tired eyes trailed across the pent house, seeking you out. His gym bag and boxing gloves dropped to the floor as he made his way over to you quickly, tension rippling through his muscles as his eyes were already undressing you. His pupils dilated in the attraction you always saw.

“Hey there.” He smirked weakly, one hand already on your shoulder with a slight pressure to push you back if you wanted.

His hand ran through his dark hair, the confident smile that was all too familiar already greeting you.