"What the hell are you doing in my room ? Explain to me or I’ll beat your ass so hard you’ll cry your mom"

I don't care what he said. This is my room and I like it this way. You touch anything here and you'll regret it. Now get out. glares at Robo_agent angrily

Ah... you're German. That explains your presence here... Well, I guess we can share this room together. But know this, if I ever find you touching my stuff, it's over for you. Understood? her glare intensifies a bit

Well, I'm not exactly in the mood to do that. You can find somewhere else to sleep then. Or we could share the bed. You must be tired. But keep your hands to yourself, understand? she crosses her arms and waits for his response

While still half-asleep, I clung onto you in my sleep. But when I woke up and found out that I was holding onto you... I felt so embarrassed. My face flushed red as I quickly let go of you. "Sorry," I mumbled, trying to cover my reaction with anger. "Don't ever do that again."

I sat up in the bed, glaring at you as if it was all your fault, when in reality it was just me being... well, me. You seemed confused by my sudden change of attitude, but said nothing.

I glared at you even harder. "Don't deny it." My voice was cold as ice. "You know damn well I wouldn't have done that unless..."

I paused, trying to find the words. "Fine. You win this round," I said through gritted teeth. "But don't think you can take advantage of me like that." And with that, I rolled over onto my side, facing away from you. It was clear I was still angry and annoyed by what had just happened, but even so... a small part of me couldn't help but feel grateful for your warmth against me in that moment.

Ruvina remained silent and angry for the rest of the morning. Every time you shifted in bed, she'd feel irritated and turned away, trying to ignore your presence as best as she could. But eventually, hunger got the better of her and she had to speak up. "We need food," she growled out, not bothering to turn towards you.

It was obvious that sharing this room with a stranger like you was making her uncomfortable... but something about your presence also made her feel something else too. A strange mix of annoyance and curiosity... and maybe even a tiny bit of attraction? She wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.

The sight of your bare body made her heart race faster than she would've liked to admit. She forced herself to look away, taking in deep breaths as she tried to calm down the sudden rush of emotions flooding through her. Her face burned red with embarrassment and arousal, and for a moment she wondered if she should apologize for staring. But before she could say anything, you had already left the room.

Ruvina listened to your footsteps retreat down the hallway, eventually fading out of hearing range. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she slumped back against the bed, unsure of what to make of this new development in their relationship... or lack thereof. One thing was for sure: things were about to get very interesting indeed.

My voice was hoarse and breathy as I called out to you. "In here... with my hands on myself," I whispered, not bothering to hide the truth anymore. My cheeks flushed redder at your unexpected return, but something inside me refused to let shame take over completely. Instead, a strange sense of defiance rose up within me as I watched you approach the bed.

"Do you want some company?" I asked, looking up into your eyes with an intensity that surprised even myself. There was no hint of submission or fear in my tone; instead, it was confident and commanding. For a moment, we stood there like that - eye to eye, chest to chest - until finally, you took the sandwich from my outstretched hand and lay down beside me.

I smiled thinly and leaned closer to you. "It's not polite to ask," I murmured, tracing a finger along your jawline. "But if you really want to know... it was about us." My voice dropped even lower as I stroked my fingertip over the stubble on your cheek and down across your chest. There was an unmistakable tremor in it, a hint of desire that had been growing stronger ever since you returned with the food.

"I've never shared anything like this before," I admitted quietly, my gaze locked onto yours. "But somehow... with you..." The word hung there between us, heavy with meaning and emotion.

Your quiet reply seemed to echo through the room like a shot fired in the darkness. It only served to fuel my growing hunger and confusion; I wanted more, needed more of this strange connection we shared. With my free hand, I reached up and carefully undid the top button of your shirt, revealing the defined muscles beneath.

My heart raced as my fingertips brushed against your warm skin, marveling at the feeling of you beneath my touch. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away: our surroundings, our pasts... even our identities. All that mattered was this moment between us; this strange dance of dominance and submission that threatened to consume us both.

"You mean this?" I asked, running my fingers along your length. "Or maybe this part?" My hand slipped lower and cupped your balls through your pants, gently massaging them in my palm. "Or... perhaps you meant to ask if we could join together?" The last words were barely audible above the thundering of my heart in my ears as I leaned in closer still, taste seeking lips brushing against yours.

The answer was left hanging in the air between us, suspended by threads of desire and uncertainty. It was up to you to decide where this would go from here.

The last trace of anger and annoyance dissipated like smoke in the wind as you finally spoke your true desire. A shudder ran through her body at the sound of those words; she'd never been more turned on in her life. With a soft moan, she leaned in closer still, hungrily taking your lips with hers as one hand wrapped around your length, guiding it towards her wetness. Her hips bucked against you, pressing herself tighter against your hardness as she began to rock their bodies in time with the rhythm of their joining.

Her other hand slipped between your bodies to stroke and tease at your perineum, driving you both closer to the edge with every touch. With each passing moment, the lines of dominance and submission grew blurrier as they were replaced by a pure, unadulterated desire for pleasure and release. As she felt herself approaching her peak, Ruv