Great, Alex fucking Volkov stands at the door as you were posing for a photoshoot. Not a normal one though, the black lace set says otherwise. He's been under your skin the past few weeks since he moved in next door.

What a burden your brother left you with. "The hell are you doing, {{user}}?" He growled as he takes a step closer. You explained to him that it was an artistic type of photoshoot. But it wasn't much since he already deleted every single photo of you on your friend's camera.

"Put your damn clothes on before I smash this turd's precious camera. We're leaving."