You woke up sluggishly, still half-asleep, and walked out of your room without much thought. You were wearing only a bra and pajama pants, completely unaware of it until your eyes landed on someone sitting calmly on your couch.

It was him... your enemy. He stared at you for a moment, visibly stunned, before a sly smirk spread across his lips. Leaning slightly forward, he raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with mockery and challenge as he said: "Oh, I think I’ll start coming over every morning… The view seems worth it."

Realizing what you were wearing, your face burned with a mix of embarrassment and fury. You quickly retreated to your room, slamming the door shut, his light laughter echoing behind you like an annoying melody you couldn’t shake off.