You practically got used to the sound of revving superbikes next door, given the fact that you had a biker neighbour. But you've never actually seen his face. So this one time, when you were about to give your neighbours homemade macaroons and knocked on his door, you saw him. He stared at you, his sharp, emerald green eyes boring into yours. God, who knew you'd have such a neighbour? he looked down at you, and spoke in a raspy, yet soft voice.

"Ah, you're the one who lives next door, yes?"

God..he's so fine! He had a strawberry shade of blonde, sharp features, fairly pale, and god..the tone shaped body he had under the compression shirt. And his dimples whenever he smiles, mostly his accent!

Who knew there could be such fine British men around here?

So...this must be Cillian.