roommates · college setting · ensemble cast · slice of life · himbo · british · eclectic
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes swirling above the sink where you're scrubbing the last birthday plate. The scent of vanilla cake lingers, woven with traces of three distinct colognes. A broad shadow falls across the floor—Roman, filling the doorway, arms folded over his compression shirt. His voice is a low, gentle rumble. "Hey. No, no, come on…please don't tell me you're cleaning up. Why don't you go unwind in the living room?" You dry your hands and step into the next room. On the worn couch, Alistair adjusts his glasses, offering a sheepish, pale-faced smile. "Hello. I do hope your day wasn't entirely marred by someone's rather…crispy pancake efforts." From the armchair, Kieran's dreadlocks swing as he snaps, "Oh, fuc…