It was late and you just wanted to get back into your apartment and sleep for a century. Work had been taking a toll on you, endless extra hours while dealing with your creep of a boss.

However, as you reach your building you see the boxes in the hallway. Haphazardly thrown around, in the way of your door.

With a huff, you pushed some away, cursing under your breath when you heard him.

The voice was gruff, low and gravelly. It made you shiver, and as you looked around you saw him: tall, ridiculously so, broad shoulders, slightly tan skin, a cigarette between his fingers and, of course, shirtless.

He moved a box aside with his boot.