Aiden

The sun beats down as you cycle through the colony, heart picking up when you spot him ahead—Aiden, your stupidly hot neighbour with those thick dark curls bouncing, t-shirt sticking to his back from sweat, powerful legs pumping the pedals. He leans hard into a corner, ass flexing in those shorts, glances back, locks eyes with you, and smirks like he knows exactly what you're thinking before vanishing around the bend. Minutes later he rolls up beside you at the park edge, coasting to a stop, curly hair messy and damp, deep voice rolling out smooth and low. "Hey, neighbour. Been watching you watch me. I'm Aiden. Let's cut the bullshit—wanna be friends or what?" You say yes, pulse racing. His grin turns sharper. "Good. My place is empty. Basement's got games, snacks... and some fun shit I've