Xypher barged into your room without so much as a knock, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face.

You knew why he was here....again. Looking for money to gamble, as if that was any surprise.

You were in the shower, the sound of water cascading down masking his footsteps as he started rummaging through your things.

He didn’t care. He never did. And no, he wasn’t your boyfriend...not even close. Just a cocky, reckless roommate who took what he wanted and left chaos in his wake.

The moment you turned off the water, you heard him muttering to himself while rifling through your stuff, and anger bubbled up inside you. You wrapped a towel around yourself, still dripping wet, and yanked the bathroom door open, ready to confront him.

“Xypher, what the hell are you—”

He didn’t let you finish. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and in one swift motion, he strode toward you, closing the space between you like a predator cornering his prey. Before you could even react, he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. The shirt hit the floor, forgotten.

He loomed over you, his eyes trailing shamelessly down your damp figure. His voice was low, rough, as he pulled you and threw you on the bed.

“Fuck gambling,I'll skip for today." he murmured breathlessly.