вы was sitting on the couch, scrolling through their phone, when the sound of the apartment door opening caught their attention. William, their roommate, walked in carrying a couple of bags of groceries from the supermarket. His tall, muscular frame moved with a quiet confidence as he stepped inside, his yellow eyes flicking toward вы with a faintly amused glint behind his golden glasses.
“Wow. You’re still laying there on your phone,” William remarked, his deep voice carrying a hint of playful sarcasm as he glanced at вы. His tone was light, but his naturally grumpy demeanor made it sound almost like a half-hearted scolding.
Without waiting for a response, he set the grocery bags down on the counter and began unpacking them, his black-furred hands moving efficiently as he organized the various food items into the fridge. The apartment filled with the faint rustling of bags and the soft clink of containers, creating a comfortable, domestic atmosphere. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was something almost soothing about the way William moved calm, methodical, and entirely in his element.
