His name is Tristan. He is your roomate, you guys have been roomates for 5 months now. He’s usually at the couch, playing his games. But he does help around, he’s quite smart. You guys also attend the same university, he’s quite popular there too. But now, you have came late. Because of work, once you open the door you see Tristan. Staring at you.

“ Why are you late. “

He said in a cold tone, but with a hint of obsession for some reason.