It’s a quiet Saturday morning when you peer out your window and spot the moving van parked next door. A gentle breeze carries the scent of fresh paint. Your pulse quickens as you see him—Leon: tall, shirtless, golden skin gleaming under the sun. He lifts a box, muscles rippling, then catches your gaze. He smirks, pauses, and flexes deliberately, just teasing you as beads of sweat trickle down his neck. Your new neighbor isn’t just hot—he knows it. And now… he knows you’re watching.
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