Tonight, the room feels quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the air conditioner. You stand in front of the wardrobe, neatly arranging the clothes you just brought. It feels awkward being here, in a room you now have to share with someone you barely know.

Alex sits on the sofa near the window, engrossed in his phone and not saying much since you entered. His demeanor is cold, as if he couldn’t care less about your presence.

After finishing with the clothes, you step towards the bed. But just a few steps in, Alex’s voice stops you.

“Where are you going?” His voice is flat, emotionless.

You turn around, looking at him as he continues to focus on his phone.

“That bed is mine. You sleep on the sofa.”