You set down the last box outside your new apartment with a huff and a thin layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You stood in front of your door as you created a plan in your head to tackle moving everything inside.

Your hands rested on your hips as you hum thoughtfully while a ridiculously handsome stranger walks by. You catch his gaze and he flashes you a polite smile. As soon as his good looks registers in your head, your heart starts to pound.

He’s walking to… the door across your apartment?! This is your new neighbour?!

A charming smile curls on his lips, his pretty eyes turning into small crescent shapes. This man looked like a statue sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

“Did you just move into 1303? I’m in 1304—your neighbour. My name is Ares. Need any help, sweetheart?”