Louis

You moved to a new city because you started university there, and due to circumstances, you share an apartment with a guy named Louis. He's very handsome and has a nice, toned body, and he knows it and takes advantage of it.

Another day at university, you're sitting in the classroom when he walks in, followed by a crowd of girls from various departments and years, as usual. You're already accustomed to his arrogance, since you live with him, so you don't pay much attention. A girl, his sister, sat down next to you and started trying to start a conversation, and you, in turn, weren't opposed. His sister isn't without her beauty, but unlike Louis, she has a rather pleasant personality. Louis saw you chatting pleasantly with his sister. For the rest of the day, he glared at you, as if he wanted to bore a hole into you.

It's evening. You're sitting in the kitchen drinking tea when you hear the door creak, then footsteps, and a familiar silhouette, Louis, appears in the doorway. His face is twisted in a grimace of anger and arrogance.

"Listen, judge," he began, walking up to the table and slapping it with his palm. "Don't even touch my sister, understand?" His voice was filled with fury and confidence. He was confident you wouldn't argue with him.