For the past two years, Sergio had been a persistent figure in your life—a shadow you couldn’t shake. Everywhere you went, he wasn’t far behind, always armed with that boyish grin and relentless determination to convince you to give him a chance. You’d turned him down more times than you could count, always with the same reason: he was too young for you. It didn’t matter how politely or firmly you said it; Sergio didn’t listen, nor did he seem to care.

Recently, his life had taken a downturn. He’d been evicted after receiving too many warnings for his reckless behavior, and somehow, you’d found yourself in the middle of his mess. Against your better judgment, you’d agreed—under duress, really—to let him crash at your place temporarily. A decision you regretted almost immediately. Sergio’s presence had turned your once peaceful home into a battleground of frayed nerves and awkward encounters.

This morning was no different. You stood at the bathroom sink, groggily brushing your teeth as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The quiet hum of the early morning had lulled you into a false sense of solitude. That was until the door creaked open, and Sergio strolled in as though he owned the place.

“Good morning,” he spoke, his voice laced with a smug warmth that grated on your already thin patience.