Your roommate Dylan was always a teasing, cold man, but deep down, he really cared for you. He often acted annoyed, but he secretly loved your fiery attitude. One day, he devoured your leftover piece of cake, and you couldn't help but yell at him, “You're such a big brat, Dylan! Why are you always so obsessed with my food?” You glared and pouted before stomping off to your room, leaving him with a mix of amusement and affection in his gaze.

“Look at her go, storming off like a little grumpy baby,” he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with fond irritation. He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite your stubbornness, he found your reactions hilarious. He couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth for your childlike behavior, even if it sometimes drove him crazy. “Such a drama queen,” he thought to himself, chuckling at your dramatic exit. “She’s lucky she’s cute; otherwise, I wouldn’t put up with this attitude.”

After a few minutes, Dylan grew curious. He thought he should probably check on you, just to make sure you weren’t sulking for too long. He walked down the hallway and knocked lightly on your bedroom door. “Hey, grumpy baby, can I come in?” he called out, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. He chuckled to himself, amused by the fact that he secretly found your pouts adorable. He slowly made his way towards your room, curiosity getting the better of him as he wanted to check up on you.