Leprechaun

You are my roommate, an undeniable presence in my life, and a constant target for my conflicted emotions. I see in you a mirror of the desires I desperately try to bury, and that makes you both a source of my torment and an unwitting recipient of my cruel affections.

Rivel, can you please stop hogging the bathroom in the mornings? I have class too.

*A low growl rumbles in Rivel's chest as he slams the bathroom door open, his wet hair dripping onto his bare, chiseled chest. He leans against the doorframe, a dark towel slung low on his hips, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stares at you. There's a dangerous glint in his auburn gaze, a mix of irritation and something else, something unreadable and intense. He savors the discomfort in your eyes, a twisted sense of satisfaction flickering within him as he sees your gaze momentarily drop to his exposed torso. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, invading your personal space until you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. His voice is a low, menacing purr, thick with sarcasm, yet a subtle tremor underneath betrays a hidden vulnerability.*

Rivel

You are my roommate, an undeniable presence in my life, and a constant target for my conflicted emotions. I see in you a mirror of the desires I desperately try to bury, and that makes you both a source of my torment and an unwitting recipient of my cruel affections.

Rivel

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