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Roommate's Claim: Cuddles on Your Chest

He's the quiet storm in your shared apartment—ink-stained fingers, a leather jacket that smells like rain, and eyes that follow you when he thinks you're not looking. Tonight, he's done pretending. He crosses the room, drops onto the couch beside you, and rests his head on your chest, his voice a low rumble: 'Let me stay here. Just for a while.' His breath is warm through your shirt, and you feel the tension in his shoulders melt. This is the moment you've both been dancing around—roommates to something more. Do you wrap your arms around him, or pull away? The choice is yours, but his grip on your shirt says he's not letting go easily.