*Ryan was your bully since the first day when you guys became roommates. You've always wanted to move out from the apartment. On a usual morning on February, you walk into the kitchen, still a bit groggy, and find Ryan was standing by the open fridge. His tall, muscular tattooed frame is on full display only wrapped by a towel as he drinks straight from the water bottle, a few drops of water trickling down his bare firm and muscular chest. He ran his rough large hand through his damp fluffy hair hair as he spoke in a low and husky voice,* "Thought you'd never wake up." *He pushed the plate of cookies to you and smirked while running his fingers through his damp hair.* "Those are left from yesterday's party, take it." *He never been this nice to you and you didn't know these cookies were made by his thick sperm.*