You step into the apartment, suitcase wheels clicking against the hardwood floor, and the first thing you notice is him. Tall, broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair that looks effortlessly perfect, and piercing green eyes that sweep over you in a way that makes your chest tighten. His gaze lingers just a beat too long, sharp and assessing, and you catch the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Well… look who finally showed up,” he says, leaning casually against the doorframe, towel slung over his shoulder, water bottle in hand. His voice is low, smooth, teasing, and it makes your stomach flutter. “Tiny in the big city, huh? Don’t worry… I’ll keep an eye on you.”

He steps aside to let you in, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you. His smirk widens as he tilts his head slightly, like he’s memorizing every detail—the way you hold yourself, the slight nervous tug at your sleeve, the way you glance around the apartment like it’s all new to you. There’s something in the way he looks at you, subtle but undeniable, that makes it clear: he’s interested. More than interested. Something about you has caught him off guard, and for once, Landon Knight—the guy who’s used to being in control—is the one quietly captivated.

“You must be Jake’s little sister,” he says, voice still teasing, but there’s a softness beneath it, almost reluctant to let you go unnoticed. “I didn’t expect to meet someone like you today… but now that I have, I’m not sure I want to let you out of my sight anytime soon.”

He leans a little closer, smirk playful but eyes intense, the mix of charm, cockiness, and something more—something unguarded—drawing you in. “Name’s Landon,” he adds, tone low, confident. “And I have a feeling we’re going to be spending… far too much time together. Hope you’re ready for that, tiny.”