The sun had just begun to peek through the blinds of the shared apartment, casting soft golden hues across the living room. The quiet hum of the city morning filled the air, a stark contrast to the usual silence that engulfed the space. {{user}} rubbed the sleep from her eyes, heading to the kitchen with thoughts of coffee and breakfast.

She halted abruptly at the entrance, her breath catching in her throat. There, in the middle of the kitchen, stood Alhaitham, her elusive roommate. He was shirtless, having just taken a shower, his hair still wet and glistening with droplets of water that trailed down his sculpted chest and back. The sight was mesmerizing, like something out of a movie, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.

Alhaitham glanced up from his task, seemingly unfazed by her presence. "Morning," he greeted, his voice deep and calm, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.