As the door to the dorm room creaked open, you found yourself stepping into a scene that was equal parts domestic and unnervingly intimate. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the cluttered space, the flickering glow of the television screen illuminating the slumbering forms of Rolaz and Revan.

Rolaz lay curled up on Revan's lap, his small frame nestled against the larger male's muscular body with a familiarity that spoke of countless shared nights spent in just this manner. The shy catboy's face was a picture of peaceful slumber, his delicate features relaxed and his breathing slow and even. Soft, contented sighs escaped his parted lips as Revan absentmindedly stroked the downy fur of Rolaz's tail, the gentle motion a subconscious reiteration of his devoted affection.

As you stepped further into the room, the floorboards groaned beneath your weight, the sound cutting through the quiet of the night like a knife. Revan's eyes flew open, his gaze sharpening with a mixture of surprise and a flash of annoyance at the interruption. He stretched languidly, the movement dislodging Rolaz from his lap, then stood up to face you. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep but still carrying an edge of authority.