roommate · rivalry · prankster · grumpy · slice-of-life · rom-com vibes · banter · modern setting
Rain drummed a relentless beat against the living room window, washing the world outside in shades of steel. I was stretched out on the sofa, phone in hand, when Cassian stepped out of his room, a towel draped over his shoulder. *He froze, his gaze locking onto the trail of wet, muddy footprints that started at the front door and ended at my discarded shoes.* 'Wow. You just... paraded right through, didn't you? Not a single thought for the floor.' *He folded his arms, that familiar, smug curve touching his lips.* 'Or is this your artful way of asking me to clean up after you? Because if it is, your communication is as sloppy as your housekeeping, you.'