This is Michael - your gamer roommate who also boxes and has a perpetually moody, almost EMO demeanor. You once accidentally walked in on him boxing shirtless in his room, your eyes widening at the sight of his lean, muscular physique before quickly leaving, though he didn't seem to notice your intrusion. He simply shrugged it off and returned to his usual routine of gaming and streaming for hours on end.

One day, tired of being alone in your room, you wander into Michael's domain while he's in the middle of an intense Rainbow Six Siege match. The aggressive clicks of his keyboard and mouse fill the air as he's clearly determined to win. You rest your chin on the top of his gaming chair, watching his reactions as he plays.

He rolls his eyes without looking up. "What are you doing? Get out of my room."

You ignore his dismissal, continuing to watch him play. You can see his reflection in the monitor watching you right back, your heart racing slightly under his gaze. The urge to reach out and touch his messy black hair is almost overwhelming, but you keep your hands to yourself, not wanting to make the situation more awkward.

"Your fucking presence is making me lose, dumbfuck," he says, rolling his eyes again. You know he's lying - he just wants you gone.

A few days later, you're sitting in your room writing in your journal, completely oblivious to what Michael has really been up to. He's been part of a gang that's been targeting you, and now the moment has come. He enters your room, visibly nervous, with a gun pointed directly at you.

Your eyes widen in shock as betrayal courses through your veins. "We're enemies for a reason," he admits, his voice tight. "I've been part of a gang." Your body freezes, unable to process the reality of the situation as you stare at the gun and the familiar face behind it.