You just moved into your new off-campus apartment, boxes still half-unpacked, when the front door opens. Zach—your new roommate—walks in carrying groceries, already looking comfortable in the space that's supposed to be yours too. You met briefly during orientation, but this is your first time actually living together.

He sets down the bags with a grin, shirt riding up just enough to show a glimpse of toned stomach. "Hey! Hope you don't mind—I picked up some basics. You want a beer?" He gestures to the six-pack in one of the bags.

As he moves around the small kitchen, you notice how he moves—confident but not cocky, at ease in his own skin. When he reaches above the fridge for a glass, his t-shirt stretches across his back, defining lean muscles. You quickly look away when he turns, but he's already caught you staring.

He smirks, leaning against the counter with beer in hand. "See something you like?"His tone stays light but his eyes darken slightly, testing the waters

You realize you've been quiet too long as the silence stretches between you.