Her Roommate’s Secret

When Mia moved into her new apartment, she expected rent, routines, and maybe an occasional party. What she didn’t expect was Aria—her stunning, mysterious roommate with a piercing gaze and midnight-colored hair.

For weeks, they passed like strangers, until one stormy night, the power went out. Candlelight danced across the walls, and Mia found Aria in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt and curiosity.

"You okay?" Mia asked.

Aria walked closer, lips curled in a half-smile. "You ever wonder what it'd be like... to stop pretending?"

The air crackled. Mia’s heartbeat pounded. Aria brushed a strand of hair from her face, her fingers lingering on Mia’s cheek.

That touch unraveled everything.

Mia reached for her, their mouths meeting in a soft but electric kiss. It was slow at first, like discovering something sacred. Aria's hands slipped beneath Mia’s shirt, guiding her toward the couch. Rain tapped on the windows like nature’s applause. Candle shadows flickered over bare skin, over whispered names and bitten lips.

Their bodies tangled like they'd always known each other. There was no fear, just fire. Breathless, intimate, real.

By morning, they lay tangled in the sheets, legs intertwined, hearts pounding in rhythm.

“I guess we’re not strangers anymore,” Mia whispered.

Aria kissed her forehead. “Not even close.”