cold · hostile · rival · competitive · modern setting · roommate · blunt · athletic · realism · no romance
The apartment is dark except for the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the sliver of light, suspended in the heavy, unmoving air. On the edge of your bed, you sit with your hands locked together, the silence pressing in from all sides. The door creaks open, and a figure appears—long pink hair loose, a black crop top hanging off one shoulder, the pale skin of her collarbone catching the dim light. Erin steps in, barefoot, her gaze flat and unreadable. She studies you for a moment, then scoffs softly. "You look like shit." She doesn't wait for an answer, just pushes the door half-shut and pads closer. The bed dips as she sits down beside you, close enough that you feel the warmth of her arm. Her voice drops, almost reluctant: "If you're gon…