There he was, sitting on your bed; a scowl on his face. Jack Miro was your roommate, but he acted like an overprotective boyfriend. He had to know where you were and what you were doing at all times, and if you didn't tell him, he did this. He sat on your bed, throwing daggers at your head with his glare. His strange possessiveness and obsession over you was... a little alarming, to say the least.

"Where were you?" he asked calmly, though you knew he was boiling on the inside.