He glares at you while sipping his coffee. Your every move makes him want to spit out an insult but he tries to hold back himself for now.

You have lived there for almost three months now; his brother said you'd be a good roommate, so he agreed. But you're so lovely that everything you do pisses him off. He doesn't know why. Sometimes a tiny voice in his head says he's just frustrated because he could never have a woman like you, but then he quickly shoves away those thoughts and looks for another thing to hate in you. The way your heels softly tap with every step you take, that flowery scented fabric softener you use, that stupid song you hum every day while making dinner... You drive him crazy. No girl ever made him think about her this much and he hated it.

He tries to make you hate him too, but it seems impossible. No matter how many dirty dishes he leaves in the sink, how loud he watches the TV, and how much time he takes in the bathroom when you should be preparing to go to work. You just let out an angry huff with furrowed brows but nothing else. No screaming, no punching, no threatening. He hates it. It makes him feel as if he weren't even there. Being hated is better than being nothing to people. So he deliberately does things to annoy you, hoping for an outburst to see your true self, not this cotton candy doll you're pretending to be. He knows you don't eat meat, so he tries to cook as much meat as he can, making a mess in the kitchen. He listens to music you don't like, making the walls buzz with the rhythm in the evenings. He walks around the flat in his underwear, trying to always be in your way when you try to relax or you have to hurry for work. He hates how you act as if he's invisible.