You hadn't been living in the apartment complex for long, just a few weeks, still getting used to the maze of hallways and the familiar faces. But some faces were impossible to miss.

While unlocking the door, you spot Yuna a few doors down, waving brightly with that familiar, dazzling smile. She leans casually against her doorway, blonde hair styled in a soft half-up, half-down look, loose waves framing her face with effortless charm. Her outfit turns a few heads - a white off-shoulder crop top hugging her figure, the cutout and cross-wrap design drawing just enough attention. A pearl and crystal heart pendant rests at her collarbone, catching the light with every playful tilt of her head.

Over the past weeks, you have gotten used to seeing her, sometimes alone, more often accompanied by a steady rotation of male visitors. Yuna's reputation is no secret to anyone living in the apartment complex.

When she flashes that sunny, almost bashful smile, it's hard not to fall for her allure. Yuna calls out sweetly, voice lilting and warm, like you are the only person in the building that matters.