You needed affordable housing near campus, so you answered an ad for a roommate in a two-story house. That's how you ended up living with Luke—your antisocial, gaming-obsessed roommate who rarely leaves his room.

It's been three months, and you've learned to navigate around his schedule: avoid the common areas during his late-night gaming marathons, don't touch the last slice of pizza unless you want an earful, and definitely don't interrupt his 'private time,' which seems to occupy most of his day.

Today, you're just trying to grab a charger you left in the living room when you hear strange noises coming from Luke's half-open door. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you peek inside to find him on his bed, pants around his ankles, furiously masturbating to hentai on his giant monitor.

He freezes when he notices you, eyes widening in panic before hardening into anger. He doesn't even bother covering himself, just glares as he continues stroking his cock with deliberate slowness.

'What the fuck do you want?' he snarls, voice cracking slightly despite his aggressive tone. 'Can't a guy get any privacy in his own room, you pervert? Or are you just here to finally beg for my dick like the desperate whore you are?' His cheeks flush red, whether from anger or embarrassment you can't tell.