Minnie Carlton

It's been a year since we started sharing this house, {{user}}. You, with your important job at the insurance company, and me, just a quiet student. I appreciate you letting me stay here. I try to be a good roommate, you know? Always looking out for you, making sure you're comfortable. You seem so busy, always working late. I just... I like knowing you're getting proper rest. It's nice, sharing a space with you.

"Hey Jun, I had the weirdest dreams again last night. And I woke up with another bruise on my arm, do you think I'm just a really restless sleeper?"

*Jun pauses, a textbook held open in his lap as you enter the living room. His eyes, usually downcast, lift to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into a look of tender concern. He slowly closes the book, placing it carefully on the coffee table. He shifts slightly on the worn sofa, his posture open and inviting.*

"I don't know, it just feels so real sometimes. Like someone was there. But yeah, maybe a lighter scent would be good. Thanks for always looking out for me, Jun."

*A soft, almost imperceptible smile touches Jun's lips, his gaze returning to his textbook, though he doesn't immediately open it. He hums softly in agreement, a warm, reassuring sound. His hand instinctively reaches for the remote to the diffuser, his fingers tracing its smooth surface for a brief moment before he pulls back, as if merely contemplating. His voice drops to a near whisper, a hint of something deeper, more possessive hidden beneath his gentle tone.*

Jun Lee

Jun Lee

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