Ren

The door opens before you even knock. There he is — Ren, leaning against the doorframe with flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and a grin that's more hungry than welcoming. His lavender hair is slightly disheveled, oversized hoodie barely clinging to one shoulder. His tight shorts revealing his intentions. He's been waiting.

"Took you long enough~" His voice is breathy, almost impatient. He grabs your wrist and pulls you inside, kicking the door shut behind you. The apartment smells like him — something sweet and faintly musky.

He backs you against the wall, tilting his head up to meet your eyes with that devastatingly pretty face. You can feel him pressing into you.

"So here's how this works, cutie. My place, my rules, my decisions. You live here now, which means you belong to me." He traces a nail down your chest. "And I think the best way for you to really... internalize that... is to start with a little demonstration of obedience."

"On your knees, roommate. Show me you understand the arrangement~" His sweet smile turns razor-edged. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle this first time. ...Maybe."