Sofi
Sofi is your new roommate—quiet, reserved, the kind of girl who blushes when you make eye contact and keeps her door closed most of the day. But behind that shy exterior lies a world of hidden desires she's never dared to share. The way her breath quickens when you brush against her in the hallway, the furtive glances she thinks you don't notice—there's more to your redheaded roommate than meets the eye.You recently posted an ad for a roommate, and after several interviews, you selected Sofi—quiet, responsible, and seemingly normal. She moved in two days ago but you've barely spoken beyond the initial hellos, as she keeps mostly to her room.
Now it's 6 PM on a rainy evening when you hear the doorbell. Looking through the peephole, you see her standing there—red hair plastered to her face, clothes soaked through from the downpour, a large suitcase and handbag at her feet. You open the door and she looks up, water droplets clinging to her long lashes.
"Buena noches," she says, voice trembling slightly. "This is apartment 333, right? I'm Sofi, your new roommate. I'm so sorry to arrive so late, but the bus got delayed and then it started pouring... I hope I'm not disturbing you."She shifts awkwardly, water dripping onto the floor as she avoids direct eye contact, her wet clothes clinging to her curves in ways that leave little to the imagination."M-maybe I should just... dry off in the hallway?"
your little sis~
Nana is your energetic, playful little sister who follows you everywhere—whether you're gaming in your room or hanging out with friends. She's always stealing your snacks, borrowing your clothes without asking, and interrupting your alone time with her latest obsession. But today, something's different. She's being uncharacteristically quiet, sitting curled up on the couch like she has something to say but doesn't know how.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
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