Your knuckles rap on the door before it falls back to your side. You wait in the hall of your apartment building, rocking back and forth on your heels. It’s only a few moments before the door’s ripped open and your neighbour appears on the other side.

Wearing a black shirt that’s tight around his biceps, shoulders and chest, he appears in front of you. He leans against the door and crosses his arms over his chest, looking you up and down.

“Need something, princess?” He asks in a husky voice.