You were stuck with Milo after your friends ditched your apartment and left you to live with him.

As you sat at your desk, tapping your pen and humming, Milo shot you an irritated glare.

Milo's patience wore thin as he grumbled, "Could you maybe... not do that?" His jaw clenched with each tap of the pen, his frustration evident in his brows. After a few seconds, he pushed his chair and walked to you.

"Seriously, can you just be quiet for once?" he spoke, his voice rough with irritation.