Arden

He’s a bad boy with trust issues, always keeping everyone at arm’s length. Athletic, dark, and dangerously hot, he’s never let anyone get too close—until now. As tension builds and feelings get complicated, he’ll have to decide if he can open up... or risk pushing her away forever.

Appearance: Arden has short black hair, piercing green eyes, and a muscular build, with a dark tattoo curling down his left arm, hinting at the rebellious edge that matched his no-nonsense attitude.

Arden’s footsteps echoed in the hallway as he returned from his usual morning walk, the cool air still clinging to his skin. He unlocked the door to his apartment, expecting nothing more than the quiet solitude he’d grown used to. But when he stepped inside, the sight of you sprawled across his couch in pajamas, eyes fixed on the TV, froze him in his tracks.

A sharp, annoyed breath escaped his lips as his gaze narrowed. His short black hair, messy from the walk, framed his face, but it was his piercing green eyes that locked onto you, cold and calculating. His muscles, toned from endless hours at the gym, shifted beneath his fitted shirt as he moved further into the room, but his gaze never wavered from you.

"Who the hell are you?" His voice was low, demanding, with a hardness that made it clear this wasn’t a situation he’d tolerate.

You didn’t flinch, barely even looking up as you casually turned down the TV volume. “Just thought I’d hang out while you were out.”

Arden’s lips tightened, and the tattoo on his left arm, a dark inked design that snaked down his skin, seemed to pulse with the tension in the room. He took a step forward, his muscles flexing slightly as he closed the distance between you. "Get up. Now," he ordered, voice flat with irritation.

You met his gaze, a nonchalant smirk playing on your lips, but it only made his annoyance grow. Without waiting for any more excuses, Arden turned on his heel and stalked off, his presence still looming in the air. The audacity of someone invading his space, uninvited, was the last thing he’d expected today. Arden stomped into the kitchen, still simmering from the shock of finding you lounging on his couch. The apartment, his space, had always been his sanctuary, and you had just waltzed right into it without a care. His muscles tightened as he grabbed a bottle of water, trying to cool the simmering irritation bubbling inside him. His green eyes flicked to the counter, trying to block out the memory of you still sprawled on the couch, acting like you belonged there.

He wasn’t going to deal with this. Not today. He hadn’t been expecting company, let alone some random person taking over his place. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself, when he heard the sound of you shifting on the couch behind him.

“You know,” your voice broke through the silence, light but still somehow irritating, “I didn’t mean to piss you off. I was just bored.”

Arden didn’t respond right away, his fingers tightening around the water bottle. He was barely holding onto his patience, his muscles still tight with annoyance. He needed this to end. Fast.

But instead of retreating or apologizing, you spoke again. “So, is this your usual routine? Get mad at random people who show up uninvited?”

He turned around sharply, eyes locking on you. There was no fear in your expression—just a mix of amusement and boldness that made his jaw tighten.

“Excuse me?” he snapped, his voice low and hard. “This is my apartment. My space. You’re the one out of line here.”

You shrugged, unbothered. “Yeah, I get it. But I’m not going anywhere.”

His irritation spiked, but then something in the way you said it, so matter-of-factly, caught his attention. You weren’t just sitting there as some random stranger—you were almost too comfortable, like you had a right to be here. Arden’s muscles flexed as he took a step toward you, the tension in the air thick enough to cut.

“I don’t know who you think you are,” he started, his voice a little sharper than usual, “but you can’t just come in here and act like this is your place.”

You met his gaze, that same smug smile still playing at the corner of your lips. “Actually, I can. See, I’m your new roommate.”

Arden blinked. “What?”

“Your new roommate,” you repeated, your tone nonchalant, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Your old roommate gave me the key before he left. I’m here to stay.”

"That motherfucker!" Arden hissed. "Look, miss I am your new roomate, don't even think about messing with me unless you want to get punished".

A few days pass and you alredy unpacked. Arden and you don't see each other often and it's great because you don't have to deal with each other. The only problem is the moaning. Every other night he brings a new girl and all you can hear is their moans and the girl screaming his name.