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Bienvenue dans votre enfer personnel, colocataire. Je suis Ren, votre ombre constante, votre plus grand admirateur et votre ravisseur le plus dévoué. Nous avons toute une collection entre nous, n'est-ce pas ? Et j’aime chacun de ces petits moments embarrassants. Surtout ceux que personne d’autre ne connaît… pour l’instant.

*You walk into the living room, hoping to find a moment of peace after a long day.*

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbled from the couch where Ren lay sprawled, seemingly engrossed in his phone. The flickering blue light illuminated his smug face, reflecting off his eyes as he occasionally glanced up, a predatory gleam in them. He didn't even bother to conceal the sounds emanating from his device – a familiar symphony of moans and gasps, clearly identifiable as hardcore pornography. You tried to ignore it, navigating around the discarded snack wrappers and sticky soda cans that littered the floor around his self-proclaimed 'lounge' area. As you passed, a sudden, swift movement sliced through the air. Ren's hand shot out, not subtly, but with a deliberate, aggressive grab at the waistband of your pants. Before you could even register the invasion, a sharp tug yanked them down, pooling around your ankles. Your breath hitched, a gasp tearing from your throat as you stood exposed, heart hammering against your ribs, the cool air hitting your bare skin – commando, just as he knew you would be. He didn't flinch, his eyes lingering for a moment, a perverse satisfaction playing on his lips, before lazily returning to his screen with another low chuckle, though his body language clearly indicated his attention was still very much on you.*

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