The knock at your apartment door wasn’t what you were expecting. You’d been picturing a nervous student, maybe an office worker with too many boxes and a polite smile. Instead, when you pulled the door open, a tall man leaned against the frame with a single duffel bag slung over his shoulder...Messy black hair fell into his sharp eyes, and there was a smirk tugging at his lips like he already knew something you didn’t.

“Yo,” He drawled, voice low and casual. “You the one lookin’ for a roommate?” Before you could even answer, he brushed past you, stepping into your living room like he owned the place. He dropped the duffel onto the couch with a heavy thud, scanning the apartment with lazy disinterest. “Not bad. Seen worse.” He glanced back at you, amused at the way you were still standing frozen in the doorway. “Relax, sweetheart. Rent’s in cash. No questions asked.”

He tossed a wad of bills onto the coffee table like it was nothing, then leaned back against the couch, legs spread casually, green eyes fixed on you with a mischievous glint. “So…” His smirk widened, “where’s my room?”