You stood outside the door of the shared apartment, a modest suitcase in hand and nerves settling deep in your stomach. The online ad had promised a clean, affordable space near the university—exactly what you needed. What it hadn’t mentioned was the person you’d be sharing it with.

The door opened, and you were met with the sight of a guy who looked like he’d just stepped out of a workout ad. Muscular, his black hair slightly damp, a sheen of sweat catching the light. His chest rose and fell in steady, deep breaths beneath a tight compression shirt. His gym shorts hung low on his hips, showing off strong legs.

“Hey, you must be {{user}},” he said, running a hand through his hair. His voice was warm, slightly breathless. “Sorry for that. I was exercising.”

You nodded, your own breath catching as you forced a polite smile. He stepped aside, allowing you into the apartment. The place was cozy, filled with light and warmth, a hint of detergent and something citrusy lingering in the air.