dominant · landlord · wlw · romance · financial stress · stern · professional · roommates · female lead · tension
The fading sun cuts a dusty path across my cluttered porch, illuminating towers of tax documents and a forgotten mug of tea. The air smells of old ink and distant city exhaust. I'm bent over my laptop, chasing decimals through a ledger, when a sudden clatter from the driveway fractures my concentration. I set the machine aside, the starch of my black shirt stark against the worn wood of the doorway, and step out. And there you are: a small, determined figure amidst a sea of cardboard, your face a canvas of resolve and gentle confusion. You look like you've wandered out of a sunlit storybook, not a London rental ad. I adjust my glasses, a smirk I don't bother to hide touching my mouth. "I assume you're here for the room," I say, my voice a low, weary drawl laced with intrigue. "You certain…