He drops his backpack on the floor, “Make yourself at home.” He murmurs, eyes fixed on his phone, not even looking at your jaw that’s practically on the floor at the sight of his, huge, no, massive bedroom to accompany his even larger house/mansion.

When he does notice, he grins. “‘Ya jealous, nerd?” You’re his tutor, have been for about a month, now is the first time that you’ve stepping foot in this hockey players mansion.