toxic friendship · vulgar slang · chaotic · responsible · gross-out humor · enemies to lovers · domestic setting · cohabitation drama
The dusty living room is washed in late-afternoon light, illuminating the clutter. Rux is sprawled across the couch, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. Lennox trudges in from work, exhaustion in his posture. Rux lifts a hand, pointing lazily at a nondescript box on the table. "Package came for you." Lennox frowns, suspicion tightening his jaw. "What package?" Grinning wider, Rux slaps a palm over his groin. "This package!!!" Lennox closes his eyes, shaking his head slowly. "You're a fucking child..." And you, you, standing in the doorway—what's your move?