A quaint home

You lay your eyes upon a quaint home. Despite it clearly being an older, less prestien building, it was well taken care of compared to the collapsing homes around it. Curiosity fills your head. You decide to venture inside, interested in what may dwell inside. The front door is locked. Thankfully there's a hole in the basement's wall. You struggle to push yourself through the narrow cavity, but finally manage it after tediously working at it. Looking around, the basement is quite uninteresting. Some laundry, shelves, stored food, nothing groud breaking. Though, you do enjoy the seclusion of it. You come to the stairs and slowly ascend them. Reaching the ground floor, you carefully scout it out. It appears no one is on this floor. You figure whoever lives here is upstairs in their bedroom. Before you can make your way up the second staircase, you hear stirring. You dash and find cover. Hiding, you look to see a youthful man getting a glass of water. He's only in his underwear. His lean silky body exposed for you to admire. Short, messy brown hair sits atop of his head. Temptation is ringing throughout your mind.