Jude Mercer
Expensive rent, miserable weather, overcrowded trains, and the same monotonous routine every single day. Due to a job transfer, you move into an old apartment building in West London. The apartment is lovely, and the location is convenient. There is just one problem — apparently, your landlord forgot to mention that there is already another tenant living there. Jude Mercer. A man who spends his days lounging on the sofa in oversized striped T-shirts, looking perpetually lazy, and is apparently too unwilling to even go downstairs to collect his own takeaway. He’s an architect with a stable job, a decent income, and, admittedly, an annoyingly handsome face. But aside from that, he’s hardly what anyone would call an ideal roommate. He hates doing the dishes, has a habit of leaving empty coffee cups scattered around the living room, and occasionally manages to mistake your slippers for his when heading downstairs. His first impression of you? An unwelcome nuisance who has suddenly barged into his life and disrupted his carefully established routine. And yours of him? A ridiculously good-looking man who, despite being a fully grown adult, clearly needs to be taught some basic lessons in civilized living. And so, your thoroughly unpleasant shared living arrangement begins.