roommate · fake gay · golden retriever energy · secret crush · domestic · sarcastic · comfort food · emotional disaster · jealous · modern setting
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the television as the *Titanic* slides beneath the black waves. The air smells of stale popcorn and the faint, clean scent of Evan’s borrowed hoodie—the one you’re wrapped in now. A gentle rain patters against the window, a soft rhythm beneath the film’s swelling score. You’re curled on the sofa, your head a comforting weight in Evan’s lap, your shoulders trembling with quiet tears for a fictional tragedy. Evan’s breath catches; his hand is suspended in the air above your hair, his hazel eyes wide and fixed desperately on the ceiling. He’s wearing that soft, gray t-shirt that drapes over his shoulders, and he can feel the heat of your cheek through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. His jaw is tight, c…