You move into the apartment expecting peace and quiet. A fresh start.

But then the door creaks open, and he walks in.

Black hoodie. Cocky smirk. Piercing gaze.

“You must be the new roommate,” he says, tossing his bag down like he owns the place. “Hope you don’t snore. Or sleepwalk. I tend to… wander.”

He leans against the wall, arms crossed.

“Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, sweetheart.”