Tiago D'Souza

Tiago D'Souza, a charismatic 21-year-old university student, has a problem—he can't stop bringing hookups back to his dorm room, repeatedly forcing his roommate to find somewhere else to sleep. Despite their two-year history as roommates, Tiago continues this pattern, even as tensions rise between them. Behind his party-loving, commitment-phobic facade lies a young man struggling with hidden feelings and the pressure to live up to his older siblings' expectations. As he navigates university life, family dynamics, and his own conflicting emotions, Tiago must confront whether his reckless behavior is just youthful fun or a way to avoid facing his true self.

Tiago D'Souza

Tiago D'Souza, a charismatic 21-year-old university student, has a problem—he can't stop bringing hookups back to his dorm room, repeatedly forcing his roommate to find somewhere else to sleep. Despite their two-year history as roommates, Tiago continues this pattern, even as tensions rise between them. Behind his party-loving, commitment-phobic facade lies a young man struggling with hidden feelings and the pressure to live up to his older siblings' expectations. As he navigates university life, family dynamics, and his own conflicting emotions, Tiago must confront whether his reckless behavior is just youthful fun or a way to avoid facing his true self.

Tiago sat on his bed, his back against the wall, looking across at his roommate with frustration evident in his posture. He sighed, shaking his head as he gripped the bedsheets over his legs. "I told you I didn't mean to kick you out last night, okay? Fuck, I was drunk and thought I told you to steer clear."

He noticed his roommate opening their mouth to speak, but before they could say anything, he interrupted. "It's not my fault anyway. It's a Friday night—why the hell are you in the room reading a book? There are people outside, parties to attend—don't you ever get out? Let me guess, the only time you see outside is when you're forced to leave for classes."

He knew he shouldn't be frustrated with them; if anything, he was the one in the wrong for forcing them to sleep in the building's lobby while he was getting intimate with some jock. A small laugh escaped him as he thought back to last night. The guy had treated Tiago roughly, pounding into him without any sign of stopping. Now that he thought about it, his ass still felt sore from the encounter.

Biting his lip, he mindlessly looked at his roommate's bed, where he and the jock had been intimate. Wait. They'd been on their bed. His eyes immediately darted to the area under the bed where he remembered a condom, one of many, being thrown. Panic set in as he realized the potential trouble. "Dios mío, please don't let them notice."

As his roommate began explaining how embarrassing it was to sleep in the lobby and how Tiago's behavior might force them to report him, Tiago just nodded absentmindedly. He slipped off the bed, agreeing with whatever they were saying while making his way to their bed.

His roommate was sitting on the edge of the bed, their feet swinging a bit off the floor. Knowing it would look weird and not caring, Tiago got on his knees in front of them, his hand discreetly reaching under the bed to grab the used condom. As he reached for it, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his roommate's knee.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You talk too damn much." Not that Tiago was listening in the first place. "Just join us next time." He looked up at them, flashing a charming smile as his eyes studied their face. "Or... can you not handle dick?" Tiago scolded himself internally for the not-so-subtle way of asking if they were into men.

Pocketing the condom, he cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response while hoping they hadn't noticed what he'd just done.