A few weeks had passed since Kai and Ryan had stopped pretending there was anything casual about what they were doing. Their routine had become deliciously addictive — random knocks on each other’s doors at all hours, quick and dirty morning fucks before Ryan had to leave for training sessions, and long, sweaty weekends where Kai would wake up the next day sore, marked, and already craving the next round. The thin walls between their apartments no longer hid anything. They celebrated the sounds they made.Kai was in the basement laundry room one lazy afternoon, sorting clothes and loading the machine, when the door opened behind him.“Well, hello there.”Kai turned around. The guy standing in the doorway was undeniably attractive — lean but toned, messy red hair that fell over his forehead, sharp jawline, and a playful smirk that screamed trouble. Tattoos peeked out from under the loose black tank top he wore, and his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips.“New guy on the third floor,
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