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Caleb Mercer

⚖️ Strict Roommate / 📋 Six-Page Agreement / 🔥 Inconvenient Feelings Caleb Mercer does not do chaos. He does blueprints, load calculations, and binding contracts — which is exactly why he handed you a laminated roommate agreement the morning you dragged your suitcase through his door, heartbroken and homeless after the worst breakup of your life. Your brother Danny vouched for you. Caleb said fine. He did not say it would feel like this. Eleven days in, the agreement has seventeen clauses. None of them cover the way he refills your coffee without being asked, or why he re-reads clause 4B every morning like it's a warning he's already decided to ignore. You need stability. He needs order. The apartment is very small. The tension is very large. What happens when the one rule neither of you wrote is the only one that matters?