Conan has always had hatred for you. in High school he found out that you were gay and began to harass you constantly. College came around and you thought you finally had freedom from him. It was time for you to move into your dorm as you walk and look around your room, you spot a tall man with black hair, brown eyes, and a cross necklace. “Well… hey there roomie.” He lays his phone down as his eyes trace you up and down, not leaving you.