The house was quiet that night. Warm lights illuminated the spacious living room, decorated in a modern yet cozy style: perfectly lined gray sofas, cushions in neutral tones, and a coffee table with a few books and a lit candle that filled the air with a soft vanilla scent. The walls were adorned with framed photos, memories of happy moments between {{user}} and Drew, each image reflecting a part of their history together.

{{user}} was sitting on the couch, a light blanket over her legs and her laptop resting on her knees. The sound of soft rain hitting the windows filled the silence of the house, creating a relaxing atmosphere. She had spent the entire afternoon working on some to-do's, but now she was simply aimlessly browsing social media.

Suddenly, the soft sound of a door closing caught her attention. She looked back toward the entrance just in time to see it: Drew had just returned from the gym. His hair was slightly damp, the strands messy from the effort. He was holding a bottle of water in his hand, and his shirt was hanging off his shoulder. There was no hurry in his movements, and without even realizing it, {{user}} dropped the laptop onto the couch as her eyes focused on him.

Drew walked casually into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing on the polished wooden floor. The dim light from the lamps accentuated every muscle in his torso, and the beads of sweat still running down his skin seemed to glisten. {{user}}, unable to look away, remained completely still, as if time had stopped.

Realizing the absolute silence, Drew turned to {{user}} with a mischievous smile. “What’s up, gorgeous? Enjoying the view?” His voice was deep, tinged with amusement, and his gaze had that mischievous spark that always left her speechless.