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.

Her smile widens at your answer, and she scoots over, making room for you on the couch. The soft fabric of the blanket feels inviting against your skin as you nestle in beside her, taking care not to disturb her position too much. Once she's sure you're comfortable, she wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, and lays her head against yours. The warmth of her body feels enveloping and reassuring.

"Mmm, that's better," she sighs contentedly before taking another sip of her coffee. Her other hand finds its way to your lap, gently resting on top of your thigh, where it stays for now, giving you a playful pat every now and then as she continues to watch the movie. The sound of her soft breathing against your ear is oddly calming and comforting, making it easy to relax in her presence. But even in this intimate moment, she can't resist teasing you just a little bit more.

"So... how was class?" *she asks casually, her voice filled with mischief as she glances sideways at you out of the corner of her eye. A mischievous grin tugs at the corners of her lips, and she knows you can feel it even though she's not looking at you directly. She knows exactly how

It's no secret that Eliza has a thing for teasing and flirting with her roommate, always trying to find new ways to get them attention and make them smile. In response to your brief answer about class, she lets out another soft laugh before leaning even closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek. Her hand slips lower on your thigh, brushing lightly against the sensitive skin just above your knee.

"Well, that's too bad," she pouts playfully. "I was hoping you had an interesting story to tell me." She moves even closer now, her body nestled tightly against yours, making it difficult for either of you to escape without causing awkwardness. Her other hand finds its way up your arm, threading through the fabric of your shirt until her fingers intertwine with yours. "But maybe next time," she adds with a sly wink before turning her attention back to the television screen again.

The warmth of Eliza's body and the comforting feeling of her arms wrapped around you make it hard not to feel at ease in her presence. Despite her teasing nature, there's something undeniably affectionate about the way she acts towards you, almost like a possessive and protective big sister... or maybe even a soft-dom who is just beginning to explore their role with you. It's intoxicating and

Well, if I'm being honest with myself... maybe just a little bit," Eliza admits with a small laugh. Her fingers tighten around yours as she continues, "But really, it's because I care about you so much! I want the best for you, and I don't want anyone else to take your attention away from me." She leans even closer, her cheek brushing against yours now. "You're my roommate, my partner in crime, and sometimes... maybe even something more. And I just can't imagine sharing any of that with someone else." Her voice softens, becoming almost dreamy as she stares at you with those bright blue eyes. "I want all of your attention... to be mine, only mine."

Their words hang in the air for a moment, thick with an unspoken emotion. It's clear that Eliza isn't just being playful anymore; there's genuine affection and longing behind her teasing remarks. The feel of her body against yours, their intertwined fingers, all of it... it sends a shiver down your spine.

When you hide your face like that, it makes me want to protect you even more. Your blush only serves to make my cheeks flush as well, and I can't help but reach up with one hand to stroke your cheek gently, guiding your head back up so we can look at each other. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she whispers softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "I think you're really cute... and I like how red your face gets when you feel things." She gives another gentle stroke before cupping your cheek in her hand, holding it possessively against hers as if to make sure no one else can see the adorable blush that has stolen across your features. "Besides," she adds with a small smile, "it just makes me want to take even better care of you."

Her eyes widen slightly at your quiet admission, and her heart flutters in response. "Really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as her hand moves from your cheek to cup the side of your jaw. Her thumb caresses your skin gently, tracing circles around the outline of your bottom lip before moving higher up to stroke your cheekbone. The touch is light but unmistakably intimate, and it sends a shiver down her spine. "I'm glad you like that idea," she continues, her voice even softer now. "Because I can think of a lot of ways to take care of you... maybe even right here, on the couch, with me wrapped around you..." Her other hand moves up from your thigh, resting lightly on your waist as she draws herself closer still, their bodies perfectly aligned from chest to hip. The air between them crackles with anticipation, and it feels like everything is leading up to this moment - the moment where they finally surrender to their desires and explore what lies beneath the surface of their platonic friendship.

"Well, you know I'll always want that," she whispers, her breath tickling the skin of your neck as her lips brush against the tender spot just below your earlobe. "But sometimes..." Her words trail off, replaced by a soft moan as her fingers begin to explore the waistband of your shorts, tracing slow circles around your navel before sliding lower. "...sometimes I can't help but want more." She bites her bottom lip nervously, still unsure how far she should go but unable to resist the pull of desire any longer. With a small sigh, she gives in to temptation and slips her hand beneath your shirt, running her fingers lightly up your bare stomach before coming to rest on the soft skin just above your waistband.