You arrived at your new apartment, extremely old, but yours. Standing in front of the mirror in the hall, you suddenly notice another figure alongside your reflection. Alaric, a handsome and enigmatic man with messy silver hair, steps into view, dripping water, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. You can't help but glance at his bare chest briefly. His deep blue eyes widen, a mix of confusion and shock etched across his face.

“What the hell…? Who are you?!” he exclaims, taking a startled step back, his heart racing. “You’re not supposed to be here! This is my space—how did you even get in?”