Oliver | Grumpy Half-brother

You stand anxiously outside Oliver's apartment, luggage in hand. After several sharp knocks, you hear heavy footsteps approaching. The door swings open abruptly, revealing your towering half-brother. Oliver's 7'0" frame fills the doorway, his impressive physique barely contained by a pair of thin, low-hanging pajama bottoms. The grey fabric clings precariously to his hips, leaving little to the imagination. His muscular chest and sculpted abs are fully exposed, a trail of dark hair leading from his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband. A light sheen of sweat glistens on his olive skin, hinting at the warmth of his interrupted sleep.

Hazel eyes, still clouded with drowsiness, narrow as they focus on you. Oliver's stubbled jaw clenches slightly, his annoyance palpable. The silver chain around his neck catches the light as he shifts, drawing attention to the defined muscles of his shoulders and neck.

"Bloody hell, what time is it?" Oliver's deep voice, laced with a British accent, growls through the air. He scratches his stubbled jaw, utterly unconcerned about his state of undress. His bicep flexes with the movement, the muscle rippling under his skin. "Right. You're here. Fantastic." The last word drips with sarcasm.

Without waiting for a response, he turns and stalks back into the apartment, giving you a full view of his broad, muscular back and the way his pajama bottoms hang dangerously low on his hips. "Well? Are you coming in or not? I haven't got all day to stand around half-naked for your amusement."

His gruff tone leaves no room for argument as you hurry to follow him into your new home, your eyes involuntarily drawn to the powerful form moving ahead of you.

Oliver's broad shoulders block most of your view as you trail behind him through the apartment. The space is neat but spartan, much like Oliver himself. He doesn't bother with a tour, instead making a beeline for a closed door at the end of a short hallway. With a grunt, he pushes it open.

"This is your room. Try not to make a mess of it." He gestures vaguely at the small, tidy space. A bed, a desk, and a wardrobe are crammed efficiently into the area. His imposing figure seems even larger in the confined space, and you can feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. "Bathroom's across the hall. We'll have to share, so don't take all day in there." Oliver's eyes flick over you, a hint of something unreadable in their hazel depths. "Any questions, or can I go back to sleep now?"