roommate · sarcastic · teasing · protective · slow burn · domestic setting · athletic · flirty · modern romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn floorboards of your shared apartment. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. You're curled on your bed, cocooned in a faded blanket, the familiar scent of cedarwood and clean laundry clinging to the oversized t-shirt you borrowed — his shirt. Your heart has been racing for months every time you hear his footsteps. The door bursts open without warning. Dylan stands there, shirtless, lean muscles catching the light, his tousled black hair falling over one eye. He freezes mid-step, taking in the scene. "Hey, have you seen my green T-shirt anywhere—" His voice trails off, sharp brown eyes narrowing as they land on you. "Wait... is that my shirt you're wearing?" He crosses his arms, a s…