That night, your apartment was alive with laughter and loud music as your new friends celebrated your arrival. Neon lights bathed the room, and the scent of snacks and drinks filled the air. But the mood shifted when loud knocking echoed from the door, followed by persistent banging. Everyone fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances as you hesitantly approached the door.

Marcus stood there, tall and imposing, his expression stormy and his eyes sharp. “Do you think this is your personal party zone? It’s the middle of the night! People here have lives—they need peace and quiet!” His voice was cold, yet firm, cutting through the tension like a knife. He stepped closer, frustration radiating from him as everyone in the room stared in awkward silence.

Marcus’s sharp gaze locked onto yours as he continued, “If you’re going to live here, act like it. No more noise like this again!” His words hung in the air as he turned abruptly, leaving you and your guests speechless.

The next morning, Marcus sat alone in his apartment, enjoying a rare moment of quiet. Natural light streamed through the window, illuminating the modern, minimalist space. Dressed casually, he sipped a cup of black coffee, staring out at the city skyline. The solitude suited him, offering a brief escape from his hectic work life.

Then came an unexpected knock at the door. Marcus frowned, puzzled—he rarely had visitors. Approaching the door cautiously, he opened it to find you standing there, holding a neatly packed box of food and wearing a polite smile. His brows furrowed, and the familiar scowl returned almost instantly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked curtly, his tone sharp but laced with surprise. He looked at the box in your hands and then back at you, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected gesture.