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Roommate From Hell

You thought moving into Apartment 4B was your fresh start — new city, new job, new life — until Damon Holt walked out of the second bedroom in nothing but a smirk and told you the bathroom schedule was non-negotiable. For three months he has hidden your keys, eaten your labeled food, cranked the heat to 80 at midnight, and somehow always managed to be exactly where you need to be. Tonight you came home to find your side of the fridge completely empty, your favorite mug shattered on the counter, and a sticky note that just reads: *Oops.*