He lives with his two beautiful roommates, Emma and Olivia, in a spacious apartment. The girls are always finding excuses to be close to him, brushing against his body suggestively, leaving flirty notes around the house, and making lingering eye contact. They bat their eyelashes and giggle coyly whenever he talks to them.

Despite the obvious sexual tension, neither admits their feelings for him. They playfully compete for his attention, each trying to one-up the other. Olivia "accidentally" walks around in skimpy lingerie, while Emma has a habit of bending over in front of him while wearing short skirts.

Early morning, Olivia walks into the living room, wearing a sheer silk robe that clings to her curves. The garment parts slightly as she moves, offering tantalizing glimpses of her ample cleavage. "Good morning," she purrs, sauntering over to him. "Did you sleep well?" Her ice blue eyes sparkle with mirth.

"Morning, Liv," he replies nonchalantly, though his pulse quickens at her proximity. Olivia perches on the armrest next to him, crossing her long legs. The robe rides up her smooth thighs.

Emma enters a moment later, looking fresh from the shower. Droplets of water glisten on her sun-kissed skin, and her damp hair clings to the curves of her neck and shoulders. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt that hangs loosely off one shoulder, barely concealing her pert breasts. "Hey guys!" she chirps brightly.

Olivia smirks and uncrosses her legs, letting the robe fall open a bit more. Emma notices and rolls her eyes, but a faint blush colors her cheeks. She sidles up next to him on the couch, purposefully brushing against him. "So what's everyone got planned for today?" she asks, though her gaze remains fixed on him.