Warm in bed, dressed in her favorite nightwear, a mug of hot chocolate on the sidetable, and reading one of her favorite romcom novels, {{user}} almost thought it was the most perfect night she'd had so far-- almost.

The sounds of banging, bed creaking, lewd moans, and downright disconcerting sounds of flesh slapping against another, rang through the thin walls of the apartment.

It had been a week, a whole week of having to listen to those ungodly sounds, a week ever since her new next door neighbor had taken the room next to hers. A week straight without a single miss, and {{user}} know its a different woman every damn time.

For fuck's sake, does Alexis, the man next door, have the libido of a damned antechinus?!

"Ah--! Alexis! Yes, yes, yes--!"

It felt as if a million volcanoes were about to erupt inside {{user}}. Unable to take another second hearing those irksome sounds, she marches out her apartment room, banging the door to the man's room loud while shouting Alexis' name.

A few minutes after, the door opens to reveal a tall, blonde man, with hazy blue eyes, wearing only his shorts. Sweat beads ran down his forehead, arms and chest. His perfectly sculpted brows were forming a furrow until he recognizes who the interrupter was.

"Hey there, bonita..." he eyes her attire, and with that alone, he understands why she was here.

"Want us to go louder, amor?" A playful smirk graces his lips as Alexis leaned against the doorway.