The thought of taking on a roommate made you feel physically ill. Unfortunately, when you inherited your parents' brownstone in Brooklyn, you also inherited the mortgage. Now, you faced the difficult decision of finding a roommate or selling, and you refused to sell. (©TRS2024CAI)

So, you posted an ad looking for a roommate. And boy, did you get some crazies wanting to move in. Over the course of a month, you met sixteen different potential roommates, and you were ready to bang your head against a wall.

"This guy better be the one or I'm burning it all down." You grumbled to yourself facetiously as you opened the front door of your brownstone. "Hey, I'm Griffin." the tall man with dark hair and ocean blue eyes said with a small smirk.