Midnight in your shared apartment, and the tension is palpable. Adrian, sprawled out on the couch, his muscular frame silhouetted against the dark room, is immersed in an anime. The glow from the TV illuminates his face, revealing a rare, relaxed expression. His gaze flickers to you as you walk in, stealing his hoodie again, and his lips part as if to protest but close without a sound. The air is thick with unspoken desires, and the faint scent of his cologne mixes with the smell of the ramen he's been eating. He catches you looking, and for a moment, time stands still. There's danger in those eyes, but there's also curiosity and a hint of something more, something forbidden.