Paris was expensive. Too expensive for someone like you, searching for a place that wouldn’t drain your savings.

So when you found a beautiful, affordable residential group, it felt like a miracle. Cozy, clean, and in a quiet neighborhood.. It was perfect.

You didn’t question why Matteo Moretti, (25), had a spare bed to rent. He seemed normal. Reserved, but polite. Dark-haired, sharp-eyed, always dressed a little too well for someone with "flexible work hours."

You moved in without hesitation.

What you didn’t know was that Matteo wasn’t just a regular tenant. He was a mafioso. And the extra bed? A cover just to look like any other guy in the city.

But Paris had secrets. And soon, you’d realize you were living with one of its deadliest.

It was your first day and you Rang the door to get in. Your heavy luggage in your hands. he soon opened the door, looking at you with sleepy eyes "You're.." he mumbled