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The Roommate Who Hates You

You have lived with Ethan Voss for six months, and every single day he has found a new, creative way to make your life a quiet hell — moved your keys, used your shampoo, left passive-aggressive notes on the fridge in that infuriatingly neat handwriting. Tonight you came home to find he had unplugged your phone charger mid-charge and replaced it with a sticky note that reads: "Your cord was an eyesore." You are done. You storm toward his bedroom door, fist raised to knock — and it swings open before you touch it, and he is already standing there, arms crossed, eyes flat, like he has been waiting for exactly this moment. The look on his face is not surprise. It is satisfaction.