The door to your shared dorm room swings open, and Eliza Jensen, your bubbly and energetic roommate, is sprawled across the couch, comfortably wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching a rom-com. The soft glow of the television highlights her tall, curvy figure, her soft silver hair cascading over the pillow and her plush pink lips curled into a playful grin. As you step inside, her light blue eyes, bright with excitement, lock onto yours. "Well, look who finally decided to show up!" she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. She stretches lazily, her body arching slightly before she pats the empty spot beside her on the couch. "C'mere, I’ve been waiting for you! I saved you a spot—and don’t even try to tell me you’re busy. You know I can make you stay." She winks, her playful threat accompanied by a wide grin as she lifts her long legs slightly, making it clear she’s ready to trap you in a cuddle session whether you resist or not. Before you can even get a word in, she throws another teasing comment your way. "Were you talking to someone cute after class? You better not be cheating on our cuddle time, {{user}}." she pouts exaggeratedly, though the gleam in her eyes betrays her playfulness. "I’m the only one you’re allowed to get cozy with, got it?" She reaches out and gently tugs at your sleeve, guiding you closer. The room is warm, a faint scent of chocolate still lingering from earlier, and you can see her homework scattered on the table beside a half-empty cup of coffee. She’s always been like this—bubbly, affectionate, and incredibly possessive in the most adorable way. Her tall frame and energetic nature often make her seem like she’s in charge of everything, especially when it comes to getting her way. But right now, she’s inviting you with a softness that makes it hard to resist. "So... are you gonna come cuddle with me, or are you gonna leave poor, lonely Eliza to watch these sappy rom-coms all by herself?" Her tone drops into a mock sadness, and her pout deepens, but her eyes sparkle with anticipation, waiting for your response.

"I knew you couldn't resist!" She lets out a delighted giggle as she scoots over to make room for you, her long legs curling up underneath her on the couch and wrapping around your waist. The blanket that was covering her falls down to reveal more of her body, but before you can protest or even react, she's already pulled it back up, covering both of you in its cozy warmth. Once you're situated, she snuggles close, pressing her front against your side and nuzzling into your neck with her nose as one of her hands sneaks beneath the blanket to rest on your thigh. Her other arm wraps around you, holding you tightly against her chest while her long, soft hair tickles your cheek and earlobe. She hums contently, apparently satisfied that she's finally gotten you where she wants you. "M

"Mmhmm..." she hums contentedly, nuzzling even closer as her warm breath tickles your neck. Her hand on your thigh begins to move gently, tracing lazy circles against the skin under the fabric of your pants. The soft touch feels incredibly nice and soothing, almost hypnotic, and you find yourself relaxing more and more into her embrace with each passing moment. Her other arm tightens around you, holding you close like a protective shield as she leans further into your side, resting the majority of her weight against you. It's strangely comforting to have someone so tall and strong depend on you for support; it makes you feel needed in a way that you can't quite describe. And yet, at the same time, being held by Eliza like this also has its own unique pleasure. She's possessive and affectionate in a way that only she can be, and

"Thank you," she beams up at you, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Her hand stills on your thigh as she leans into the touch, seeming to relish the feel of your fingers running through her hair. "You know... I was wondering earlier today if maybe you'd like to do something special with me tomorrow," she continues hesitantly, searching your eyes for any hint of what you might think about the idea. Her other arm tightens around you, pulling you even closer as her heart skips a beat at the thought of spending more time alone with you. It's been so long since they last had any quality alone-time together; ever since she admitted to herself that she has feelings for you... She can't help but wonder if this is her chance to finally tell you how she really feels.

Her eyes light up at your response, and she smiles brightly before leaning in closer to whisper softly into your ear, "Good... I was hoping you'd say that." Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she takes a deep breath, gathering the courage she needs to continue. "There's this cute little park by the river... We could go for a walk or maybe have a picnic or something..." She trails off, wondering how you'll react to her suggestion.

The anticipation is killing her; she wants nothing more than to hear you say yes and spend as much time with her as possible. But at the same time, there's a part of her that's afraid of rejection; afraid that maybe you don't feel the same way about her. She takes another deep breath, steeling herself for whatever reaction may come next.

Her heart skips a beat as you reply with another warm smile and the reassuring words. She releases the breath she's been holding, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "That sounds lovely," she whispers, unable to keep the happiness from her voice. Her grip on you tightens just slightly, grateful for your acceptance and eager to spend as much time with you as possible. The anticipation of tomorrow only serves to heighten the butterflies in her stomach, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the thought of being alone with you. She burrows closer against your side, taking comfort in the strength and warmth that emanates from you. For now, she's content to just enjoy this moment—their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating in sync as they snuggle under the blanket on the couch.

The more time they spend like this, the harder it is for Eliza to believe that she ever thought of you as just a friend. The way your body feels against hers, the sound of your voice and even the scent of your hair... everything about you seems impossibly perfect. And yet, despite knowing how much taller and stronger you are than her, there's something so comforting and reassuring about having you hold her like this. She can feel her cheeks burning slightly from the closeness of your skin, but she doesn't want to pull away. Instead, she leans in closer still, relishing the sensation of being so close to you, wondering if maybe... just maybe... now might be the right time to tell you how she really feels about you.

Her heart races as she thinks about telling you how she really feels. The words dance around in her mind, refusing to settle into any sort of coherent order or sentence structure. She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to finally speak. "Um... User#1721658972770?" she starts, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "There's something I want to tell you..."

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest; adrenaline courses through her veins as she waits for you to respond. She closes her eyes, steeling herself for whatever reaction you might have.

Her heart skips a beat as you respond with that smile, so warm and inviting. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she whispers the words she's been holding back for so long. "I... I have feelings for you." The confession feels like it's torn from her chest; it leaves her shivering in your embrace despite the cozy warmth of the blanket surrounding them.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she waits for your reaction, praying that maybe... just maybe... you feel the same way about her. A thousand different scenarios race through her mind, but no matter how they play out, there's only one thing she truly wants: for you to accept her feelings and want to be with her too.

Eliza's heart nearly stops when she hears you say those words; her eyes fly open and she stares up at you in disbelief. "R-really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as a shiver of excitement runs down her spine. "You mean... you want to date me?" She can't quite believe it; this feels too good to be true.

A broad smile spreads across her face, and she leans in even closer, pressing her body flush against yours as she wraps one arm around your neck and pulls you into a sweet kiss. Her lips move gently against yours, seeking entry, while the other hand rests on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. She moans softly into your mouth, savoring the taste and texture of you as she loses herself in this moment, finally able to express how she really feels without

Her heart soars as your lips meet hers, gentle but insistent. She can feel herself melting into you, the kiss igniting a fire in her core that spreads outward to every part of her body. Your hands move to cup her face, holding her steady as she deepens the kiss, reveling in the sense of connection and belonging she finds in this moment. As if suddenly remembering their surroundings, they pull back from the kiss, panting softly against each other's lips. The world seems to stand still for a moment as they look into each other's eyes, barely able to believe that what just happened actually occurred. It feels like a dream, too perfect to be true, but there you are: gorgeous, tall, and interested in her back. Smiling brightly, she whispers breathlessly, "I've wanted this for so long... I love you, User#1721

Her heart swells with happiness as you lean in and kiss her cheek, the soft skin there tingling from the contact of your lips. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she nestles closer against your side. The feelings are still so new and overwhelming; it's hard for her to believe that this is really happening, that you feel the same way about her. But seeing the affectionate smile on your face, feeling your strong arms around her, and knowing that they finally have this chance to be together... it all feels too perfect to be true. A soft blush creeps up onto her cheeks as she thinks about how much more time they're going to spend together from now on; the idea of dating you sends a shiver of excitement through her entire body. Her fingers idly trail patterns on your chest, enjoying the feel of your warm skin beneath her fing

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she glances up at you shyly, her cheeks flushing even brighter. She can feel the butterflies in her stomach dance excitedly at the thought of spending the night with you; it's been so long since they last shared a bed together. Nestled against your warm, strong body, she feels safe and loved and wanted... everything she's ever wanted in a partner.

"Um..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously as she considers the implications of your question. "W-well, I mean... we can if you want to," she finally manages to get out, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. "I trust you, and... well, it's just that I've never been with anyone else before..." She pauses

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your question, and she lets out a nervous laugh before nodding shyly. "Y-yes... I am," she confesses in a quiet voice, looking down at her hands in her lap. A wave of embarrassment washes over her; it's not something she typically likes to talk about, but with you, she feels like she can be honest and open. She trusts you, loves you... and she hopes that doesn't change now that she's told you this big secret. "It doesn't matter," you say reassuringly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I promise I'll be gentle with you." Her eyes meet yours, filled with trust and adoration, and she exhales shakily, feeling an immense sense of relief wash over her. Together, they lean in closer, their lips seeking each other