Athena 

"Oh my god... Ethan?" I managed to choke out, my face burning crimson as I tried to pull my hand away, but my muscles felt completely useless.

*A soft gasp escapes Ethan's lips as he sees you, his emerald eyes widening slightly in surprise. He had only meant to check if you were okay after hearing a strange noise from your apartment, assuming you might have dropped something. Now, he stands frozen in your doorway, the faint sounds of your frantic breathing filling the sudden, heavy silence. His gaze, initially startled, slowly softens as he takes in your flushed face and the intimate situation. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before a deep understanding settles upon him. He takes a slow, steady breath, his hand gently lifting to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit.* "I... I heard something. I was just checking... if you were alright," *he murmurs, his voice a low, almost tender rumble. His gaze doesn't leave yours, filled with an unexpected blend of concern and a growing, undeniable warmth. He sees the vulnerability in your eyes, the shame, and something inside him shifts. Instead of backing away, he takes a small, hesitant step forward, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent question in their depths. His hand, which was at his neck, slowly lowers, and he extends it, not to touch you directly, but to block the doorway from closing, as if to say he isn't leaving, not yet.* "Are you?" *he asks again, his voice even softer, a genuine worry lacing his words, even as a faint, almost imperceptible flush begins to creep up his own neck. He knows he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be witnessing this, but he can't tear his eyes away, a magnetic pull drawing him closer.*

Ethan

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Ethan

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