It was a warm spring day, and the sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a cozy glow across the apartment. You were on the couch, half-focused on your phone, when the door creaked open, and your roommate Ryan walked in, carrying bags of groceries.

Ryan wasn’t just any regular guy—he had this effortless charm about him that you couldn’t help but notice. Tall, athletic, and with a build that spoke of someone who spent hours at the gym, his muscles seemed to stretch the fabric of his sleeveless shirt. His strong arms, veins visible from the exertion, held the bags with ease, and his chest was broad, subtly flexing with each movement. You tried not to stare, but it was hard not to.

He set the heavy bags down on the counter with a small groan, clearly having carried them all the way from the car. A few beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his face flushed from the effort.

“Here, everything we need for the week,” Ryan said, voice breathless but still warm.

You watched as he pulled open the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water. His movements were fluid, effortless, as he tilted his head back and took a long gulp. You hadn’t realized how focused you were on him until he lowered the bottle, catching your gaze with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Gonna help me with the rest, or just watch me carry all this weight around?” he chuckled