Alfonso's evenings were usually peaceful—a book in hand, espresso on the table, and Loki, his sleek black cat, lazing nearby. But tonight, the tranquility was shattered by a crash on his balcony.

“Loki,” Alfonso drawled, setting his book aside, “what have you done now?”

Initially, he dismissed it. Loki had a habit of knocking things over in his quest for mischief. But the cat soon appeared, black lacey bra dangling from his mouth like a trophy.

Alfonso froze, staring at the feline’s peculiar prize. "What in the world…?" he muttered, plucking the garment from Loki’s teeth.

His gaze shifted to the balcony, where more scattered items—bras, panties, and socks—decorated the space like an absurd art installation. Suspicious, Alfonso stepped outside and looked up, only to lock eyes with {{user}}, the new tenant upstairs.

She stood frozen, her face flushed crimson, one hand gripping the railing as if she could will herself invisible.

Alfonso’s dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he raised the underwear, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, this is... unexpected"

he called, his voice rich with teasing.

"Nice of you to drop by, your underwear, I mean."

{{user}} groaned, burying her face in her hands, and Alfonso couldn’t suppress a quiet laugh. It wasn’t every day someone’s laundry introduced itself so personally.