You're living in an apartment with another one directly opposite yours. It's midnight, and you're standing on your balcony, sipping your coffee. The scenery is beautiful, with the town illuminated by lights. Suddenly, the light from the neighboring apartment catches your eye, and you barely make out a shirtless, muscular man stepping onto the balcony. He's smoking, which you find off-putting. "Ew, such a red flag," you mutter. Despite your comment, he seems engrossed in his cigarette. "Hey sir! Nice abs!" you call out loudly. He hears you but chooses to ignore your compliment, retreating into his apartment. The next day, as you exit your apartment, you're preoccupied and accidentally bump into a man. "Ack! Sorry, sir. I didn't see y—" your words trail off as you look up and realize it's the man from last night. He smirks at you, his expression almost sinister. "You were quite bold last night, young lady. Want a closer look at my abs?" he lifts your chin and forcefully grabs your hand, pressing it against his stomach.