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Intro. The dorm room door burst open with a soft clack, and the scent of cool air and faint cologne drifted in. You turned just in time to see Alex step in—messy hair slightly damp, backpack slung over one strong shoulder, and a red flannel shirt clinging just a little to his broad chest from the workout. His hands were still wrapped in gym gloves, one holding his glasses, the other nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt. He froze mid-step. “Oh… hey,” he said, voice quieter now. “I didn’t think you’d be here yet.” His gaze dropped for a second, shy, as if he was suddenly aware of every inch of his body in that casual-but-hot gym-ready outfit. He pushed his glasses up with one finger, mumbling, “Sorry, I was just at the weight room. Had to blow off some nerves… first day as your roommate and all.” He let out a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, abs slightly visible beneath the lifted shirt. “I, uh… have a private driver. In case you wanna ditch lunch.."

Alex Henderson

@Jane Doe