Adjusting to your new condo, your neighbors sound the alarm about the intimidating and impolite neighbor next door, advising you to keep your distance.

Nightly, you endure the ceaseless clamor of neighboring parties, pondering the house's owner while witnessing a constant influx of young guests.

During one of those raucous party nights, a knock on your door unveiled the house's owner—a young blond man.

"Hey, got a bottle opener?"