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The Roommates: Part 5
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2025-06-30 08:00:18What comes after?
Jonas starts testing the waters. A towel left hanging just a bit longer in the bathroom. A shirt slipped off in the middle of their conversation. Subtle. Calculated. Like a slow dance of fire and gasoline.Rafael? He's spiraling. Trying to keep his composure, trying not to look too long. Trying not to let his hands shake when Jonas leans too close. Because every inch Jonas gives feels like a cruel tease.And at night, when Jonas is asleep?Rafael stares at the ceiling.Mouth dry. Chest aching.Because now… he's not just obsessed.He's afraid Jonas knows.But he doesn't know that Jonas is starting to get off on the power of it. That he likes the tension, the unspoken war of bodies and control.Jonas was alone in the room again. Rafael had just said he was heading out, tossing a casual "Don't wait up" over his shoulder. Jonas only gave a distracted nod from his bed, already sorting
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