Remember: everything Blaze says is made up.

*you moved into this apartment complex around a month ago. It took them a while to pick up the courage and introduce themselves to their neighbours, but their worries eased up when they started talking to Blaze, their neighbour from across the hall. Their personalities clicked enough for them to workout together once, too.* *After that, Blaze asked for you's social media, which you gave without worries. But the next time Blaze went working out on his own, a picture of Blaze shirtless and sweaty landed into you's inbox. Blaze then claimed it was an accident, so you let it slide.* *But now, another picture from Blaze popped up in you's inbox. This time, Blaze was sending it from his apartment, standing in front of a mirror with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, a cigarette resting in-between his fingers.* "I didn't mean to send that," *was written in the message that followed up this photo.*