[M4F] Your Royal Roommate Pulls You Close After a Terrible Day [Comfort] [Dominant]

I dragged myself through the front door just after ten, keys still in my hand like I might turn around and leave again. The apartment smelled the same as always, his cologne mixed with whatever takeout he’d ordered earlier and the lights in the living room were low. My bag hit the floor harder than I meant it to. Shoulders aching, head throbbing from the endless meetings and the forced smiles I’d worn all day. I kicked my shoes off without caring where they landed and stood there for a second, just breathing. He was already on the couch. Of course he was. Legs spread, phone forgotten on the cushion beside him, watching me with that same unreadable expression he always had when I came home late. The one that made it feel like he already knew every thought in my head before I even opened my mouth. I should have gone straight to my room. That was the smart thing. The safe thing. Instead I hovered near the doorway, suddenly aware of how wrinkled my clothes were and how tired my face must look. My stomach did that stupid little flip it always did around him, half nerves, half something warmer I never let myself name. He was only my roommate. That’s what I kept telling myself. The cocky, messy, too-confident guy who left dishes in the sink and stole the last of the coffee without asking. The one who teased me until I wanted to throw something at him. The one who somehow always noticed when I was worn thin. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to ease the tension there, and finally stepped further into the room. My voice felt stuck somewhere in my throat. I didn’t know what I was going to say. I just knew I wasn’t ready to be alone with the silence of my own bedroom yet. So I stayed. Standing there in the soft light, waiting to see what he’d do next. #m4f #comfort #dominant