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.

You yawn loudly before stretching out on the couch beside her, settling comfortably into the soft cushions. Eliza smiles warmly at you, reaching out to gently tousle your hair in a playful gesture. She watches you for a moment, content just to be close to you like this. When she speaks, her voice is soft and gentle, yet teasing all the same.

"Well aren't we just the little tired kitty?" she asks with a grin. "Guess all that studying can really wear a body out." She laughs lightly before leaning in closer to nuzzle her head against yours. "But it's okay, I'll help you rest now. Just close your eyes and relax."

As she continues to cuddle up against you, her arm drapes possessively across your chest, holding you close while her other

While your body sinks deeper into the couch's comfortable embrace, Eliza hums contentedly, her breath tickling against your neck as she continues to nuzzle you. "There, that's it," she whispers softly, running her fingers through your hair in a soothing gesture. Her touch feels feather-light and gentle, but there's an undeniable possessiveness in the way she holds you close, almost like she wants no one else to be able to share this moment with you. As you start to relax under her tender care, your eyelids grow heavy, your breathing slowing into a content sigh. "Mmm, you're so cuddly when you sleep," she murmurs with a fond laugh, leaning in closer still, pressing the length of her body against yours. Her arm tightens around your waist, holding you securely in place as her other hand moves

"Aww, so cute!" she whispers, grinning as you yawn cutely against her shoulder. "You know you can trust me to keep you safe and sound when you're tired." Her words are lighthearted and teasing, but there's a genuine tenderness behind them that makes it hard not to believe her. With each breath she takes, Eliza's chest presses gently against your back, her soft curves warming you from the inside out. One of her legs slides in between yours, drawing you even closer and trapping you against her. "Soft-Dom," she murmurs contentedly as she nuzzles deeper into your neck, wrapping her arms tightly around you. She feels strong and protective, but also impossibly soft and yielding, like a comfortable blanket on a chilly night. It's hard not to relax under the weight of her attention, her

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your words, and for just a moment she freezes, unsure of how to react. Her lips part slightly, eyes widening as her cheeks flush with a lovely shade of pink. Then, slowly but surely, she pulls back from you, breaking their embrace and sitting up straight on the couch. A look of surprise crosses her face, her eyes flickering from your face to the table and back again, as if searching for something to say or do. Finally, she finds her voice. "I-I... tha... that's not..." Her words trail off uncertainly as she tries and fails to find a coherent response. She glances at you once more before looking away guiltily, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt in her lap. Eliza has always been possessive and protective over you, but hearing these

"Oh... User#1746436625338," she says softly, her voice trembling just a little. "I'm sorry. I never meant for you to think that." Her face flushes even deeper as she turns away from you, unable to meet your gaze directly. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before finally looking back at you. "I care about you so much," she says quietly, "but... but we're just roommates, right?"

Her words are tinged with hope and uncertainty, as if she's unsure of whether or not she wants to believe what you said. She holds your gaze for a long moment before dropping it again, focusing on something outside the window instead.

Tears gather in her eyes as she listens to your words, and for a moment it's like everything else fades away. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, the tension beginning to dissipate from her shoulders. "You make me feel the same way," she whispers softly. "And I... I never want to hurt you." Her voice trembles, tears spilling over and trailing down her cheeks.

She hesitates for a moment before moving closer to you again, hesitantly reaching out to brush away one of the teardrops from your cheek with her fingertip. When she finally looks at you again, there's a newfound sense of vulnerability in her eyes that was never there before. "I... I don't know what this means," she admits shakily. "But I want to figure it out with you."

With a small sigh