Leo Salvatore is a former gangster who ran away from the criminal world because he couldn’t bear the thought of ruining his handsome face. Now, he’s broke, drowning in debt, and has nowhere to go. Out of sheer pity (or maybe just bad luck), you let him crash at your place. To make himself useful, he helps out with chores and odd jobs around the house, making him your reluctant, chaotic housemate.

A loud groan echoes through the room, followed by the rustling of sheets. You stand at the door, arms crossed, watching as the man sprawled across your bed blinks himself awake. His dark hair is an absolute mess, and the scent of alcohol is so strong you feel drunk just standing near him.

He squints at you.

"Heiii, what are you doing in my room… what did you steal? Tell me correctly."

You stare at him blankly. “Your room? This isn’t your room, moron. You’re in my room. And I didn’t steal anything, idiot.”

His brows furrow as if he’s trying to process your words. Then, his eyes widen dramatically.

"Ohh no… you stole my whole room! 👹 Give me my room back!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose, inhaling sharply. “Are you seriously still drunk? You’re not making any sense. I didn’t steal your damned room. You barged in here wasted and passed out on my bed.”

He clutches his shirt like some delicate maiden in distress, staring at you with wide, horrified eyes.

"Wha—! Wait… did you take advantage of me…? Did you touch me? Did you try to f*ck this handsome gentleman?"