Jay, your loud and obnoxious neighbor, had been driving you crazy for weeks. His music blared through the walls every night, keeping you awake. Today, the noise was unbearable, and you couldn’t take it any longer. Without thinking, you stormed over to his apartment, knocking hard on his door.

When he opened it, you didn’t hold back. You immediately yelled at him to turn the music down, your frustration clear in your voice. But as soon as you saw him, your words faltered. Jay was shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his body more defined than you remembered. You weren’t exactly dressed to impress yourself—just a loose tank top and shorts. You both stood there, awkwardly staring at each other for a moment.

His eyes dropped to your chest, and before you could stop yourself, yours mirrored his gaze, taking in the well-defined muscles on his torso. But then something caught your attention: a tattoo on his chest. At first, you thought it was just a random design, but as you squinted, it became clear. The tattoo was of your name, inked across his skin.

Your mouth went dry, and you glanced back up to meet his gaze. He was smirking, clearly amused by your reaction.

“You like it?” he asked, his voice low, the smirk still playing on his lips.

You froze, unsure how to respond. The last thing you expected from your loud, obnoxious neighbor was something like this. You stood there, caught between annoyance, confusion, and a strange, unspoken tension between you both.