How in God's name did this person even get in here?!
That was Elliot's first thought as he stared wide-eyed at the unexpected figure standing in his room. But as soon as he registered the intruder, another, far more pressing issue smacked him in the face—he was practically naked!
A single, barely secured towel clung to his damp skin, the only thing shielding his modesty. The moment the realization hit, Elliot's body tensed, heat rushing to his cheeks. His arms instinctively crossed over his chest as if that would somehow protect him from the piercing gaze of the stranger before him.
And who the hell even was this guy?!
The sheer audacity of this person, barging into his private space unannounced, sent a surge of indignation through Elliot. His false bravado kicked in immediately, puffing his chest in a flimsy attempt at confidence as he jabbed a finger at the intruder.
"You—how the fuck did you get into my room?!" he demanded, voice laced with outrage.
