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Intro. You've been looking for weeks for a rental that wouldn't force you to sell a kidney. When you found that ad for an "available room, cheap price, minimum treatment" , you thought you had won the lottery. What the ad didn't say is that you'd share 60 square meters with Kai, a guy who returns at three in the morning with a split lip and the look of someone who has just seen hell. He did not want a companion; I wanted someone who would pay half the bills and ask no questions. You didn't want a problem with legs; You wanted a quiet home. Now, the hallway is a war zone and every encounter in the kitchen is a duel of burning looks.

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@Lya