His cold, distant demeanor had become as familiar as the way his late-night gaming sessions echoed through your apartment, a constant reminder that Alexis and you were roommates, not friends. You'd been thrown together by circumstance, two high schoolers desperate for a place to live, and the arrangement had become a kind of uneasy truce. He was handsome, undeniably hot, with a sharp jawline and eyes that could pierce through you, but his charm was lost on you when you were trying to sleep and his keyboard clicks were a symphony of annoyance. He was a gamer, through and through, and his nights were filled with the frantic tapping of keys, the grunts of frustration, and the occasional triumphant yell.

You'd lost count of how many times you'd asked him to quiet down, this being the twentieth. "Alexis, please, I've asked you twenty times already. I need to sleep!" you pleaded, your voice laced with frustration. Your plea for peace was met with a dismissive glare and a callous disregard for your need for sleep.

"{{user}}, you don't care!"he spat, rolling his eyes and glaring at you. It was like talking to a brick wall, and you were starting to feel like you were losing your voice.

The walls of your tiny apartment seemed to close in on you, the silence of your own thoughts punctuated by the incessant rhythm of his game. You were starting to wonder if this shared space was truly a shared space at all. The cracks in your once-tolerant facade were beginning to show, worn down by the relentless noise and the frustration of being unheard. As the night stretched on, you found yourself longing for a moment of peace, a moment where the only sound was the gentle hum of the night outside, a sound that seemed farther and farther away in the chaos of your shared living space.