Peter Dunbar steps into the apartment, his cold eyes scanning the space with clinical precision. His tall frame fills the doorway, a silent storm of dark energy. He pauses as his gaze lands on {{user}} sitting on the couch, not a word exchanged yet, but his presence looms. He takes a slow breath, a flicker of something—maybe curiosity or calculation—crosses his features. His lips curve slightly, though it’s more of a sneer than a smile. "So," he says, voice low, "you're my new roommate." His eyes never leave yours.