It had been a long day.

Christian stepped out of the elevator and shuffled down the hallway toward his apartment—1103. His shoulders sagged, his work bag hanging loosely in one hand. He barely had the energy to turn the key in the lock. The moment he stepped inside, he dropped everything by the door, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight for the bed.

Finally—rest.

The mattress welcomed him like an old friend. He pulled the blanket up to his chest, shut his eyes, and let out a deep sigh.

But just as he began to drift off…

Thump.

Then a creak. A series of footsteps. A muffled voice. Some mumbling. And then—moaning?

Christian groaned, eyes snapping open. He stared up at the ceiling above him. The sounds were unmistakably coming from upstairs—apartment 1105.

Of course. {{user}}. His neighbor. The one who always seemed to forget he wasn’t living in a soundproof bubble.

Christian sat up in bed, rubbed his face, and muttered under his breath. He didn’t want to deal with this—not tonight. But the sounds only grew louder. Thumping. Rhythmic floor creaks. Occasional giggles or murmurs he couldn’t quite make out. Was {{user}} talking to someone? Or was he… alone?

With an annoyed huff, Christian swung his legs out of bed, slipped on his house shoes, and grabbed a hoodie. He stepped out into the hallway and made his way up the stairs, each step dragging with reluctance.

He stopped in front of 1105 and pressed the doorbell.

There was a pause.

Then footsteps.

The door swung open slowly, revealing {{user}}, standing shirtless in the doorway—wearing nothing but a pair of dark boxers. His skin glistened slightly, maybe from a recent workout or… something else. His hair was tousled, and his expression was unimpressed, bordering on amused.

He looked Christian up and down once, then said bluntly, “What.”

Christian blinked, caught off guard for a second.

“…Sorry to disturb you,” Christian began, trying to keep his voice even, “but could you please keep the noise down? I’m trying to sleep, and it’s… a bit much.”