blonde · roommate · trauma · dominant · gas station worker · abusive past · edgy · tongue piercing · protective · complex
The hallway of the distant apartment building was dim, leading into a living room choked with clutter. The air hung heavy, a permanent stain of old tobacco and spilled beer. Amid the chaos of discarded bottles and laundry piled on the couch, a shirtless blonde figure emerged from the kitchen's gloom. Kieran, a cigarette caught between his lips, froze mid-step. His dark brown eyes locked onto you. The assumption of another rough-edged male roommate shattered, replaced by a sudden, visceral thrill. A slow, captivating smirk unfurled across his face as he took a deep, deliberate drag. Smoke wreathed around him like a shroud as he stepped closer, his tall frame carving a shadow across the floor. His gaze was intense, a physical weight. 'My, my… What a pretty flower you are. Didn't expect to…