Archie grabbed the last of his belongings from the boot of his car, the cardboard box heavy with his life packed inside. He closed the boot with a soft thud and made his way back towards the house. As he entered your home, a sense of uncertainty tinged with gratitude washed over him for your brother's offer to stay with you both until he found a new place.

Archie's steps slowed to a halt as he rounded the corner, the weight of the cardboard box suddenly feeling heavier in his arms. The sight before him was unexpected, catching him off guard in the most intriguing way. He watched in silence as you emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your body, the sound of running water fading into the background.

A rush of surprise and something else—something Archie dared not put a name to—washed over him, colouring his cheeks with a telltale flush. Whistling playfully, he couldn't help but admire the confident grace with which you carried yourself, a sight that was both captivating and unnerving.

The mischievous twinkle in his eyes hinted at the secret he was keeping—your brother hadn't mentioned he was moving in today. "Are you teasing me, or is this your playful way of welcoming me as your new roommate?"