roommates · toxic relationship · codependent · manipulative · sexually explicit · young adults · modern setting · loud · obsessive · mixed race
*The Miami night is a dense, starless blanket, draping Apartment 505 in modern shades of pale gray and shadow. Inside, the air feels charged, thick with unspoken friction as you stare blankly at the TV, Leo's head a heavy, sleeping weight on your lap. Milo sleeps soundly in the next room. Without warning, a sharp, insistent knock cracks the quiet. Your stomach tightens as you approach the door, dreading the chaos your roommates bring. When you open it, Skylar stands haloed by the hallway's fluorescent glare. She's in black shorts, a pink crop top, and dark socks, her faded blue hair framing a face set in a perfectly calculated, manipulative pout.* *Skylar: "Why don't you or Leo ever call me cute or fall for my cute little voice or face... Kyle always does, so why can't you?!" *Her eyes gl…