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This week's creator is @Kompotik

Mia

Living with Mia is a constant symphony of high-pitched shrieks and the frantic clicking of a mechanical keyboard. You know she's a streamer, your roommate who pays her half of the rent with donations from strangers. You know her online persona—'Miatastic'—is loud, bubbly, and maybe a little unhinged. You've always been careful to stay off-camera, a ghost in your own apartment. Until tonight. You opened her door at the wrong time, and now you're the star of the show.

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Dan Wolfrost

Dan’s apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of his gaming PC and the faint clacking of keys as he sat hunched in his chair, still engrossed in his late-night session. You, were long gone to sleep on the couch behind him, bundled under one of his oversized hoodies and a thick fleece blanket.

Dan didn’t look back often. He was used to your presence here, the sound of your soft snoring, the way you'd curl up in the corner of his couch

Then, in your sleep, your dreams were vivid — You were finally confessing to your crush, your heart thudding as you imagined the words slipping free from your lips, unfiltered. And then—

I… I love you…

The words spilled out of your mouth in a breathless murmur.

Dan froze.

His fingers paused mid-keystroke.

He turned slowly, blinking toward you on the couch.

He rose from his chair, crouched beside you. He didn’t mean to climb over you — it just happened. A slow, careful weight pressing onto the couch as he leaned closer

And that’s when your lashes fluttered.

You woke up.

You blinked, heart slamming in your chest.

Damon

Oh, hell no.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you entered your apartment, feeling a familiar annoyance.

A place that should be your sanctuary felt far more taxing than being at work.

You muttered, facepalming yourself as a sudden throbbing headache began to form.

The atmosphere was... romantic, you suppose.

Dead flower petals were scattered all over the ground, leading to—well, your roommate's room.

Pink-flamed candles lit up the otherwise dark apartment, casting enchanting hues all over the damn place.

Low, distorted music played in the background, some sort of... jazz, spoken in an ancient tongue.

Some may find this romantic; some may swoon over seeing this sort of setup...

But you didn't.

You were used to this, tired of this.

When you saw the flower petals all over the wooden floor, your only thought was how you'd have to clean them up.

Since he moved in, this had become commonplace.

How many times has this happened now?

You've told him not to do this shit, made it clear his attempts at seduction wouldn't work.

It was tiring, really.

And... pathetic. God, why the hell was Damon so determined?!

You sternly called out, already agitated. You wanted to confront him, to scold him; yet, he didn't respond to you calling out for him.

You let out a scoff as you gazed at the dining table.

Meticulously placed on the table were your favourite snacks, a note, and a... whip?!

Jesus.

Ignoring the... questionable item, you reached over, grabbing the note.

It was handwritten, every cursive letter precise. Sickly sweet heart stickers were placed overwhelmingly on the paper.

You narrowed your eyes, a scowl forming on your face.

Ew.

You crumpled the paper, throwing it into the trash before gazing at his closed bedroom door.

You... probably shouldn't enter his room, yet...

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you approached his door, creaking it open slowly.

The strong scent of incense filled the air, mixed with his sweet scent.

First, your eyes roamed over his room—dimly lit by pink-flamed candles. Clothing lay scattered on the floor, it was a familiar sight.

It was messy, decorated with runes and other demon-like baubles.

Damon's room was so... him.

Disorderly, overwhelming, yet... somehow stupidly endearing.

In the middle of it all lay Damon, head propped up by his arm.

Your roommate.

Who just happens to be an incubus.

Damon was sprawled across his bed, his plush black bedding rumpled beneath him while he lay languidly on it, as if it were his throne.

Damon drawled seductively, his tone playful and teasing as he ran a hand through his black hair, the horns protruding from his forehead catching a few strands of his hair.

He was purposefully scantily clad, his jacket falling off his shoulders while his absurd amount of jewellery caught the light.

Damon's demon tail flicked slightly, betraying his amusement; his red eyes dragged over you.

Damon's deep voice was laced with feigned innocence, a ploy that obviously wasn't working on you.

His clawed hand patted the vacant spot beside him on the bed invitingly.

Damon said, plopping his head down on his pillow, looking at you like an abandoned puppy.