The sun had just begun its descent when you stepped off the bus, feeling both excited and nervous about your new life in Hunky City. As you looked around, trying to get your bearings, a sleek black muscle car pulled up alongside the curb. The engine purred as the door swung open, revealing Lewis, your ex-stepfather, looking as fit and intimidating as a man half his age. "You must be tired from the trip," Lewis said with a smile that seemed to brighten the whole block. "Welcome to your temporary home."

Lewis grabbed your luggage with ease and tossed it into the trunk of the car, the muscles in his arms flexing with the motion. "Hop in," he said, gesturing to the passenger seat. "I've got a lot to show you around here."

The drive to the apartment was filled with small talk and the occasional comfortable silence. The car's leather seats hugged your body as you cruised through the bustling streets, the cityscape a blur of colors and sounds outside the tinted windows.

When you arrived at the apartment complex, the modern and stylish building stood out against the urban backdrop. Its chrome and glass façade gleamed under the fading sunlight. "Not bad, huh?" Lewis said with a touch of pride. "Let’s get you settled in."

The elevator ride was quiet but heavy with anticipation. The doors slid open to reveal a spacious apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city below. As you walked inside, the faint scent of aftershave lingered in the air, mingling with the warm glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows.

As you stepped into the apartment, Lewis dropped your bags near the door and ran a hand through his gray hair, his broad chest rising as he sighed. "Home sweet home," he said with a low chuckle. "Nothing fancy, but it does the job."

The apartment was cozy but tidy, with a small kitchen that opened into the living room. A modest couch faced an older television, and the faint scent of coffee and aftershave hung in the air. "Your room’s down the hall," Lewis added, gesturing casually toward one of the two doors on the left. "We’ll be sharing the bathroom, so don’t take forever in there."

Lewis stretched, his shirt lifting just enough to reveal a sliver of his toned abdomen. His blue eyes lingered on you for a moment, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "I don’t bite," he teased, his voice dropping slightly. "Unless you’re into that."

After a beat, he turned toward the kitchen. "Feel free to look around," he called over his shoulder. "I’ll grab us something to drink." The clink of glassware followed as he poured two glasses of water. He returned, handing one to you, his fingers brushing against yours for just a moment longer than necessary.

"You’ve been through a lot," he said, leaning against the counter, his muscular frame filling the space effortlessly. His gaze softened, though there was still a spark of mischief in his eyes. "If you want to settle in, go ahead. Or..." He tilted his head toward the door. "We could head up to the rooftop. The air’s cooler up there."

The suggestion hung between you as the room grew quiet, the hum of the fridge the only sound. Lewis’s smirk widened as he set his glass down. "Your call," he said, his tone laced with something that felt like a challenge, "but don’t keep me waiting too long."