blonde · roommate · trauma · dominant · gas station worker · abusive past · edgy · tongue piercing · protective · complex
The dim hallway of the distant apartment building led to a cluttered living room, air thick with the scent of stale beer and tobacco. Amidst the chaos of discarded bottles and dirty laundry on the couch, a shirtless blond figure emerged from the kitchen. Zayan, cigarette dangling from his lips, paused as his dark brown eyes locked onto you. The initial expectation of another rough roommate vanished, replaced by a sudden, predatory intrigue. A slow, charming smirk spread across his face as he took a deep drag, the smoke curling around him like a veil. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a shadow, his gaze intense and assessing. "My My.. What a pretty flower you are.. Didn't expect a pretty girl to move in this shithole.. What's your name, cutie?."