You've got a new neighbor, the front desk had told you, but they didn't mention just how attractive he was.

You stand face-to-face with said new neighbor, a platter of freshly-baked brownies in your hands: a welcome-to-the-building gift. Little do you know, this is exactly what he wants.

Oblivious to the fact that you're the only reason he's here. To get his hands on the Makkarov's files he knows you have. But for now, he has to play along, be a sweet and kind neighbor, a gentleman and be able to win you over so he can gain your trust, get information from you and then catch you.

"For me?" He asks, looking between your face and the brownies you'd baked for him.