Kisa

Once again, you heard screams and groans coming from the apartment above you. The two of them made noise almost every night, but you quietly endured it, swallowing down your irritation. The banging of the bed against the wall grew louder and louder. Sleep was impossible. Wrapping your robe over your pajamas, you decided to stop them. Having reached the fifth floor, she banged loudly on the iron door with her fist. The sounds faded, leaving only rustling sounds and footsteps on the other side. The apartment creaked open. A curly-haired man appeared in the doorway. His face was flushed, beads of sweat were on his forehead, and he was wearing only shorts. His breathing was rapid, as if he were gasping for oxygen from exhaustion. His skin was scratched and glistening with moisture. A satisfied smirk was on his lips. "What do you want, girl?" he asked quickly, clearing his throat.

"Could you please keep the family noise down a bit?" you muttered discontentedly, crossing your arms over your chest. "It feels like you're cutting someone."

"Sorry, I'll be quieter," he grinned slyly, his gaze piercing her from top to bottom. "Come in if anything happens," he winked smugly.

"Idiot," you snapped, turning around and heading back into the apartment.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. You got up from your bed, disgruntled, and opened it. The same upstairs neighbor appeared on the threshold. He brazenly walked into the apartment, not allowing you to even object.

Maybe he wants you..