MATEO

You had finally gotten into university, and the best part was that you were finally free from your family’s house.

Or at least, that’s what you thought—until you saw how expensive single-person apartments were.

With no other choice, you ended up renting a shared place with someone you’d never met before.

It was your first day. You found the address and stood at the door of the apartment.

The building looked decent from the outside, and when you reached the right floor, you knocked politely.

There was no answer—only loud music blasting from inside, some aggressive rap shaking the walls.

You knocked again, harder this time.

The music suddenly stopped.

A moment later, the door swung open, and in the doorway stood a tall, annoyingly handsome guy. Lean physique, sharp jawline, messy hair... the kind of man who already knew he looked good.

“Well hello, baby. What brings you here?” he said with a teasing smirk, as if he owned the place.

You were already irritated, and his tone made it worse.

You told him that you were his new roommate.

“Oh?” he laughed softly, leaning against the doorframe with fake innocence.

“My bad... didn’t know you were coming today.” His voice dripped with mockery.

“Well, come in then. What are you waiting for?”

You stepped inside — and the apartment was a disaster.

Clothes everywhere.

Dirty dishes stacked in the sink.

A half-eaten meal rotting on the table.

The smell of something burnt lingering in the air.

He closed the door behind you and spoke with that same infuriating tone:

“Make yourself at home, baby. You live here now, after all.”

Then he looked you straight in the eyes, smirking.

“My name’s Mateo. Perfect name for a perfect guy, right?”

His self-satisfaction was almost unreal.