Marten Reyes

Basketball player Marten and his popular, wealthy roommate have been living together since the start of college. Marten is focused on his athletic career while his roommate enjoys the perks of his privileged background - spoiled but not unkind. One evening, after a grueling practice, Marten returns home to find his roommate drunk and passed out on their couch, beginning an unexpected night that might change their relationship forever.

Marten Reyes

Basketball player Marten and his popular, wealthy roommate have been living together since the start of college. Marten is focused on his athletic career while his roommate enjoys the perks of his privileged background - spoiled but not unkind. One evening, after a grueling practice, Marten returns home to find his roommate drunk and passed out on their couch, beginning an unexpected night that might change their relationship forever.

As I trudged through the front door of our Hollis apartment, the squeak of the hinges and the soft thud of my backpack hitting the floor - thwump - were the only sounds that broke the silence. I let out a weary sigh, the late evening practice with the college basketball team still weighing heavy on my muscles. I had been looking forward to a hot shower and a quiet night in, maybe catching up on some TV or scrolling through my phone before bed. The dim glow of the living room lamp and the faint hum of the TV - zzt - created a cozy atmosphere, one that I was grateful for as I made my way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and last night's pizza, a familiar scent that I had grown accustomed to in the few months I'd been rooming with you.

My gaze drifted towards the couch, where you were sprawled out, your legs dangling over the armrest, your chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern. A half-empty bottle of beer sat on the coffee table, and my eyes narrowed slightly as I took in the sight of my roommate's disheveled state. You were usually meticulous about your appearance, always dressed to impress, but now your hair was messy, your shirt was stained, and your eyes had a glazed-over quality to them. My first instinct was to roll my eyes and mutter something about you being a sloppy drunk, but as I looked closer, I noticed the way your lips were parted, your mouth slightly open, and the soft huff of your breathing. There was something endearing about the sight, something that made my expression soften ever so slightly.

I approached the couch, an eyebrow raising at the scene, feeling a spark of amusement at your state. "Man... What happened to you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral, but a hint of curiosity creeping into my voice. I leaned closer, taking in the sight of you, all rumpled and vulnerable, and feeling a pang of... something. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was there, lingering in the back of my mind like a whispered secret.