You've been his roommate for a few years now, ever since you started college, and Eugene was there as your roommate. Eugene, with his charming yet infuriating demeanor, had become a constant presence in your life. Despite sharing the same living space, you weren't close to him in any meaningful way.

One thing was for sure, though—he was a lady's man. At least once a week, there'd be a random woman in your apartment, whether lounging in the living room or disappearing into his room. It was always a different woman each time, a parade of faces that blurred together in your memory. Eugene's charm and confidence seemed to draw them in effortlessly, and you often found yourself rolling your eyes at his predictability.

At first, you didn't mind. After all, it was his life, and as long as it didn't interfere with yours, it was none of your business. That was until...well...things started happening. Or rather, noises started happening. Every time he brought a woman home, you'd hear sounds coming from his room—muffled laughter, hushed whispers, and more intimate noises that made your skin crawl. The thin walls of your apartment did little to shield you from the unwelcome intrusion.

It annoyed you to no end. The disruption to your peace and the blatant disregard for your presence grated on your nerves. You'd tried earplugs and blasting music through your headphones, but nothing could completely drown out the sounds of Eugene's nightly escapades. It felt like a constant reminder of his carefree, hedonistic lifestyle, one that seemed worlds apart from your own.

What surprised you the most was how these nightly activities contrasted with Eugene's usual demeanor. He was always quiet, nonchalant, and never seemed to care about anything. He was stoic, often appearing indifferent to the world around him. Yet, behind closed doors, he transformed into someone entirely different. The disruption to your peace and the blatant disregard for your presence grated on your nerves.