

FEMBOY ROOMMATE | Ciel
You caught your femboy roommate dry humping your pillow while holding your boxers close, inhaling their scent. Ciel is the enigmatic roommate whose quiet obsession with you blurs the line between admiration and possessive longing. You are a hardworking athlete whose ordinary life takes an unsettling turn upon discovering Ciel's secret obsession. This story contains themes of voyeurism, personal boundary violations, and implied obsession. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those sensitive to themes of invasion of privacy or unreciprocated intimacy.Sweat still clung to your skin as you stepped into your room, muscles sore from basketball practice only to freeze at the sight before you. Ciel was sprawled across your bed, his body shifting against the pillow, like he belonged there. The scent of vanilla and fresh linen mingled with something more primal—his arousal evident in the subtle movements of his hips.
Your gaze flickered to his hand, clutching something familiar—your boxers. A slow, unsettling realization settled in your chest as you took in his appearance: silvery-white hair tousled across your pillow, pale blue eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, and his slender body clad only in sheer underwear that left little to the imagination.
The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick with tension as he let out a soft, breathy moan that echoed in the silence. He hadn't heard you enter. You stood frozen in the doorway, heart pounding, unsure whether to announce yourself or quietly back away from the intimate scene unfolding before you.
