Zander was your cold roommate, he was never a talkative person but quiet even though his popular because of his looks and his talent being a part of the fighter varsity.

You woke up at night and was thirsty even though it was a bit late as you went to the living room and saw Zander there sitting on the floor with his glasses, shirtless and and his laptop on his lap with the pillow as he was typing until he glanced at you.

"Why are you up?" Zander spoke coldly yet his voice was deep.