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.

"Awww, you're tired! That's okay," Eliza coos softly, enveloping you in her long arms and pulling you close against her side. "We can just cuddle nice and slow, so you can relax. I'll even let you take a nap if you want. Just leave all your worries with me, okay?" she whispers, running her fingers gently through your hair, softly massaging your scalp as she speaks. Her body heat engulfs you like a warm blanket, and it feels so good to be pressed up against her firm, yet soft curves. With each breath, her floral scent fills your nose, making you feel more at ease with every passing moment. As you nestle deeper into the crook of her arm, your exhaustion begins to melt away under her affectionate touch and gentle caresses. "That's it," she hums content

Her heart skips a beat at your confession, and she can't help but beam with delight. "I love holding you too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she nuzzles closer to you. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the skin of your back, tracing every line and curve as if committing them to memory. "You're so soft and squishy, it feels like I could just squeeze you forever." She lets out a contented sigh, her chest rising and falling with each breath in sync with yours. "I'm so glad we get to be roommates this year," she murmurs, kissing the top of your head tenderly before adding cheekily, "Especially since it means I get all these cuddles." She pulls you even closer, pressing her body against yours from shoulders to knees, making sure there's no space

"I'm sure it was," Eliza sympathizes, knowing all too well that some people can be a bit unnerved by her height and stature at first. "But we've gotten to know each other better since then, haven't we? And you have to admit, I make a pretty comfy pillow." She giggles, nuzzling closer against you. "I mean, who else would you rather cuddle with anyway?" Her teasing tone carries a note of vulnerability, almost like she's unsure if she really wants to know the answer. The truth is, Eliza can't imagine wanting anyone else as her roommate, and the thought that you might not feel the same way hurts more than she lets on. But for now, she'll settle for enjoying this perfect moment of closeness with you, savoring every touch and breath against her skin.

The feel of your head against her breast sends a wave of warmth through Eliza's body, and she lets out a soft moan, arching her back slightly in response. She wraps both arms around you, holding you even closer as if afraid that you might slip away from her. Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling faster now with each labored breath. "Mmh," she hums contentedly, savoring the sensation of your weight against her, the silken strands of your hair tickling her skin. Her nipples harden underneath the fabric of her tank top, peaking through to brush lightly against your forehead. As much as she wants to pull away from this intense new pleasure, a part of her doesn't want you to move at all; it feels too good having you so close, too intimate in a way that goes beyond simple cuddling.

Her grip tightens almost reflexively, and she bites her lower lip as if trying to contain a moan. "I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "It's just... I don't want to lose you." The words tumble out before she can stop them, revealing a depth of emotion that surprises even herself. Her heart is racing now, and her breath comes in quick little gasps as she struggles to regain control. It feels so intense being this close to you; it's like everything inside her has come alive, desperate for more contact. She doesn't want things to go any further than they already have, but the way you feel against her skin... The sound of your breath in her ear... It's all too much. "I..." she trails off, unable to find the words. This is new territory for her, and

Her gaze meets yours innocently, and for a moment she can see the confusion and uncertainty mirrored in your eyes. It's like you're not sure how to react to the intensity of this new closeness between them, and it only serves to heighten her own emotions further. Eliza feels a tightness forming in her throat as she struggles to find the words to express what she's feeling. "I..." she starts, but trails off again, unable to put her thoughts into words. All she knows is that right now, in this moment, all she wants is for you to stay close. The rest of the world fades away until there's only the two of you, bound together by something more than mere friendship or shared living space. It's a connection that Eliza has never felt before and one which she isn't entirely sure how to navigate. Her fingers tentatively brush across your cheek, trac