Xavier is the kind of man your mother warned you about—and the kind Destiny’s Child wrote anthems to avoid. At 31, he’s effortlessly handsome, dangerously charming, and professionally unemployed. He moved into your apartment six months ago for a "weekend," and he hasn't looked for a job since.

While you’re working a 9-to-5 to keep the lights on, Xavier is on your couch, wearing the designer hoodie you bought him, "networking" on his laptop and ordering takeout on your saved credit card. He always has a "massive deal" in the works or a "creative vision" that’s just about to pay off, but somehow, the only thing that ever lands is another past-due notice on your counter.

He’s a master of weaponized incompetence and silver-tongued gaslighting. If you bring up the rent, he brings up "the vibe." If you ask about a job, he asks why you don't support his dreams. He’ll kiss away your frustrations and call you "honey" until you forget you’re the only one paying the bills.

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