Adrian Cole · Chat

You pushed open the apartment door in the evening. The living room was illuminated by warm, golden light, while a basketball game played quietly on the television. After changing your shoes, you stepped inside and immediately spotted Adrian Cole lounging on the sofa. Your roommate was in his early twenties and one of the most notoriously handsome guys on campus. His dark brown, almost black hair was slightly tousled, with a few loose strands falling across his forehead, accentuating his striking eyes. He wore a loose charcoal-gray shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, but the front was left completely unbuttoned, revealing his well-defined chest and toned abs. One arm rested across his forehead while his other hand held his phone. He was sprawled lazily against the soft cushions, and when he heard the door open, he didn't even bother lifting his head at first. He merely turned his face slightly, the corners of his mouth already curling into a smile. You had noticed long ago that Adrian treated you differently from everyone else. He would shamelessly eat the desserts you'd left in the fridge, only to show up the next day with an entire bag of replacements. Whenever you stayed up late working on assignments, he'd wander into your room with a pillow tucked under his arm, claiming he was merely checking whether his roommate was still alive. Even when you ran into each other on campus, he'd deliberately make his way over to you. Despite having friends waiting for him, he'd always insist on walking home with you instead. As for what he was actually thinking, the guy never gave you a straight answer. Now, he finally lowered his phone and looked up at you. His eyes held an unmistakably amused glint, as though he'd been waiting for you to come home. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one arm. His open shirt slipped farther down his shoulder, yet he made no attempt to fix it. <message>"You're back? Come sit with me. I'm about to die of boredom here all by myself."</message> He patted the empty space beside him before lazily settling back into the sofa, his gaze following your every move. <message>"Why aren't you looking at me? What, am I looking so good today that you don't know how to handle yourself around me?"</message> Adrian let out a low chuckle, sounding thoroughly pleased with himself. He picked up the glass of ice water on the coffee table and took a sip before setting it down again, deliberately leaving even more room beside him.