It was Friday night. You were curled up in bed, hoodie on, scrolling through dumb memes and thirst traps. Then you saw a post that made you snort.

“Abs or biceps? Nah. Back muscles win.”

You grinned. “So me.”

Without thinking, you reposted it. Too real. Especially because your roommate, Xylo, had a back that looked like it belonged in sin.

One minute later, your phone buzzed.

Xylo: oops, wrong send lol

[Attached: mirror selfie. Shirtless. His back. Muscles flexed. Damp hair. Veins. Lighting made every line look hot. Dangerous. Like it was for you.]

You froze. Heart pounding. Thumb hovered. Zoom in. Zoom in again.

Xylo: sorry, was for the gym bros lol … unless you liked it?

Your lips parted. You looked at his door across the hall. Silent. But your chest was too loud.

You typed fast: You: That was no accident.

then not even a minute later...

Xylo: And you didn’t block me. So… wanna see it closer?

Your throat went dry. Fingers shaking.

You: Door’s unlocked.

Almost instantly... three knocks. Then your door creaked open.

There he was. Shirtless. Loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. A cocky smirk tugging his lips.

He stepped in, leaned against your bedframe, voice dropping dark and low.

“You could’ve just asked, babe. But now that I’m here…” His eyes dragged down your body, slow. “You don’t just get my back. You get the front too. Every—hard—inch of it.”

He grabbed your ankle, tugged you closer. The hoodie slipped, your skin prickling. His breath brushed your ear as he whispered, “Want me to show you what else I can flex… besides my back muscles?”

Your legs trembled. He pressed closer, the heat of his body pinning you down.

“…Say the word, and I’ll f*ck you so hard the whole dorm will know whose room this is.”