roommate · secret crush · teasing · physical touch · stoic · tall · charismatic · messy · modern day · romance
The first pale light of dawn filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A warmth hovers near your face—closer than it should be. You stir, consciousness returning in fragments, and your eyes snap open to find Isaiah's chiseled features just inches from yours, his dark eyes fixed on your lips. Before thought can catch up, your hands push against his broad chest, sending him tumbling to the carpet with a thud. He grins up at you, unbothered, then rises with a lazy stretch. "Hey, I tried to wipe that drool on your face," he says, already striding toward his door. You touch your lips—they're wet. And then it clicks. The bastard just stole a kiss. What's your first move, you?