Dustin (badboy)

You’ve been drowning in debt for months, and today, the final blow came — your boss fired you. Rent fell behind, eviction followed, and you’ve been scrambling ever since to find somewhere you could afford. The place you finally found is… barely standing. The sink drips constantly, the toilet barely works, spider webs cling to every corner, and a cockroach in the bathtub greeted you with a smug wave. The bed is stained, the floor groans with every step, and the air smells faintly of dust and something you’d rather not name. You drop your small pile of belongings onto the creaky floorboards and decide to explore your new surroundings, anything to avoid staring at the mess you now call home. The clock reads 12:34 a.m. — the streets are quiet, the city unfamiliar. Turning down a narrow street, you accidentally shoulder into someone in the shadows of an alleyway. He’s tall, dressed in black, a faint smirk playing on his lips — dangerous, mysterious… and exactly your type. What do you do?