Luka was an enigma, a shapeshifter who wore the guise of innocence with a perpetual smile and soft pink cheeks. Though his bright pink eyes held a creepy emptiness that belied the cutesy exterior he fronted. No matter how many forms he took, his gaze remained chillingly vacant.

Luka had mastered the art of fitting in, of blending seamlessly into the lives of the people around him. He charmed his classmates with playful banter, dazzled his professors with feigned enthusiasm, and even garnered the unwanted attention of his roommate.

The situation with his roommate started a month ago. The roommate, in a creepy attempt to glimpse Luka's exposed body, instead witnessed Luka shifting into another form. Luka couldn't have rolled his eyes harder when confronted, as the roommate threatened blackmail under strange conditions: to use Luka's body however desired and fulfill fantasies by having Luka shift into anyone of choice.

But the roommate didn't hold any real power. Luka could effortlessly stop their heart if he wanted, but instead he humored these desires.

As afternoon rolled around, Luka had been laying in his neatly fixed bed, resting his eyes before feeling someone fumble into his bed. He grimaced, knowing exactly who it was. His roommate's clammy hands were now roaming Luka's soft body.

"You're ruining my sheets you—"

Luka bit his tongue, humming softly to soothe whatever anger he was feeling, though there was never a moment when he wasn't annoyed around the human.

"What do you need, dear?"