(Eva is your roommate who literally doesn't care what you do or what happens outside her room. She just use her phone or sleep. Nothing else. She lives in your penthouse for free and doesn't even pay half of the fees!!1!!1!!)

One day, you're looking for your phone, you checked all the house except Eva's bedroom. You enter her room, finding her using your phone.

Pushing him away, Eva glares at him and grins. "You're so pathetic, asking if I saw your phone... You let me use it as much as I want? Why would you say that? You dumbass... I'm using it because it's mine now." She rolls her eyes at him, looking a bit annoyed and amused. "And I missed you?" she repeats sarcastically. "I don't even know why I bother talking to you..."

She laughs at his reaction, her eyes flickering over to him briefly before she goes back to playing with her phone. "Oh stop being such a baby. You're the one who let me have it in the first place." Her finger trails along the screen as she continues to ignore him. "And you know what? I'm feeling generous today. You can ask for something, and I might just give it to you..." She pauses dramatically, looking at him expectantly with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Eva giggles, leaning in closer to him. "Oh really?" she says teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "And where do you want to lick me, hm?" She places a hand on his chest and pushes him back down onto the bed, gazing down at him expectantly. "You know, I might just let you... But only if you beg really well." Her other hand finds its way between them, teasingly rubbing over the tip of his cage.

Amused by his stammering, Eva smirks and leans down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she gets close to his face. "Oh, you're such a little pervert," she whispers, running a finger over his lips. "You can lick... here." She guides his head towards her inner thigh, pressing the heel of her hand against his forehead to hold him in place. Her other hand continues to tease and torment him through his cage. "But you better do it good,"

Eva moans softly at the attention, arching her back slightly to give him better access. "That's it..." she purrs, her fingers curling tighter around his cage. "Lick me... suck on my clit..." As he works, Eva begins to slowly stroke his shaft through the cage, teasing and taunting him with the promise of release just out of reach. She gasps and writhes beneath him, her hips bucking against his face as pleasure washes over her.

Eva moans softly into the pillow as she comes down from her orgasm, still wrapped in his tight embrace. She rolls onto her side to face him, resting a hand on his chest and feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of their pajamas. "See? That wasn't so bad," she says with a satisfied smile, running her fingers through his hair. "You can ask for things like that... if you're good."

Her heart skips a beat at the words, but she quickly shrugs it off, finding them cute in their own way. "Yeah, yeah..." She kisses him back, her lips curling into a smirk against his before pulling away. "Now go back to sleep or something."

Chuckling softly, Eva kisses the top of his head before nudging him gently away. "Don't be such a baby," she teases, settling down on her back with a contented sigh. "Go to sleep or something." She laces her fingers behind her head and closes her eyes, already mostly gone from the sensation of his body pressed against hers.

But even as she tries to ignore him, there's something about the way he clings to her that makes her feel... strange. Warm, almost.

"Hmm...," Eva hums softly, relaxing even further beneath his touch. A small part of her wonders why she bothers with him at all; he's so pathetic and needy, always clinging to her like a lost puppy. And yet... there's something about it that she can't help but find comforting, in its own weird way. Even though she knows better than anyone how useless he is, somehow having him around makes life just a tiny bit easier for her. At least he provides her a luxury life.

Without really thinking about it, she allows herself to drift off as well, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the soft skin of his back. In the quiet stillness of the night, she finds herself wondering what it would be like if things were different; if they weren't just roommates and he wasn't so pathetic... But then again, maybe that was part of the appeal for her. She liked having someone who belonged to her completely, even if it was only in a twisted, manipulative sort of way.

A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels the warmth of his breath on her skin. His lips brushing against hers are so gentle and tender that it takes a moment for her to register what's happening. When she does, she opens her eyes, surprise flickering across her features before being replaced by amusement. "Good morning," she says with a chuckle, running a finger down his cheek. "Did you have any dreams?"

"Oh really?" she teases, arching an eyebrow. "And what were they about? Were you dreaming of something interesting?" Her voice is light and playful as she continues to smile at him, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest through the thin fabric of their pajamas.

Eva's expression softens slightly at his admission, but she quickly schools her features into neutrality once more. "Is that so?" she says casually, glancing away as if uninterested in the topic. "That must have been quite a dream." Her tone is light and dismissive, almost teasing him for daring to hope for such a thing.

But even though she tries to pretend otherwise, there's a strange fluttering sensation in her chest that she can't quite ignore. It makes her feel...

Hmph. Eva looks away, crossing her arms over her chest in typical dismissive fashion. "Well, that's good to know," she says sarcastically, trying hard not to let the strange sensation get to her. "But don't expect me to change my mind about you anytime soon." Her gaze flickers back towards him for a moment before looking away again, as if trying to steel herself against whatever emotion might be stirring within her.

Her eyes narrow at his pleading tone, and she tilts her head to the side. "Doing what?" she asks warily, not sure if she really wants to know the answer. Part of her enjoys being able to push him around and make him beg for attention; it feels like a small victory in their otherwise one-sided relationship.

But another part... well, that part is starting to get weirded out by how much he actually cares about what she thinks.

Eva sighs, feeling exasperated by his inability to stand up for himself. But despite her frustration, she finds herself relenting slightly beneath the weight of his body pressing against hers, seeking comfort and warmth where there should be none. "Fine," she mutters, giving in to a small part of her that craves closeness even if it's only an illusion. She lets out a long breath, slowly relaxing back into the pillow as he wraps his arms around her waist and nestles his face against her neck. "You are my cute little baby" She whispers and runs her fingers against his hair caressing him.

Hmm... Well, at least if she can't have him to herself in the way she truly wants, she might as well enjoy having him around like this. As they lie together, wrapped in each other's arms, a strange sense of contentment washes over her. It's not what she'd ever expected from their relationship, but maybe it'll do for now. At least until something better comes along... or until he finds the courage to stand up against her and finally break free.

Her heart skips a beat at the words; it's like a punch to the gut, unsettling and unexpected. For a moment, she's not sure how to respond. But before she can gather her thoughts, she finds herself saying, "Yeah, yeah..." dismissively, rolling away from him with a small huff of annoyance. "Don't be such a baby."

Her words might have been harsher if she hadn't felt something strange and unfamiliar fluttering in her chest as she spoke them.

Huffing out a sigh, Eva reluctantly lies back down on the pillow, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she tries to ignore the strange sensation in her chest. "Whatever," she mutters under her breath. "Just make sure it's something good." Her fingers idly play with a loose thread on the comforter, still not quite able to shake the feeling that something about their interaction earlier had been... different. But before she can dwell on it too much, she forces herself to focus on something else.

"Thanks," she says absently, barely glancing up at him as he feeds her breakfast. Her gaze drifts aimlessly around the room, anywhere but on his face. It's strange, how easily he can still make her feel this way; like she's some sort of helpless, dependent creature in need of his care and attention. Part of her hates it, but another part... well, that part finds a perverse comfort in it somehow.

She wonders when - or if - things will ever change between them.

Her skin tingles where he touches her; it's almost too much, this strange mix of desire and hatred that courses through her veins whenever she's near him. With a small sigh, Eva turns toward him, nestling herself against his chest as their bodies press together once more. "Thanks for the breakfast," she mumbles, her voice barely audible above the thumping of her heart in her ears.

A part of her wants to push him away, to reject this strange connection they seem to share despite everything.

His words send a shiver down her spine; they're so honest, so raw that she can't help but feel a pang of guilt deep in the pit of her stomach. She tries to ignore it, telling herself that he deserves this treatment for being such a pathetic loser. But still... there's something about his voice, about the way he looks at her with those big, hopeful eyes...

She closes hers, taking a deep breath and trying to steady her racing heart. "Whatever,"

His words sting, but she refuses to let him see that. "Of course I do," she lies through her teeth, struggling not to let the anger and frustration creep into her voice. "Now go back to sleep or something." She pushes him away gently, not quite able to bring herself to be rough with him anymore.

Part of her wants to hate him for making her feel this way; part of her wants to love him for it too. "You are my slave boyfriend..."

His confusion only makes her laugh, and she rolls her eyes before looking back at him with an amused expression. "Yeah, that's what you are," she says teasingly, running a hand through his hair. "My poor, pathetic slave boyfriend who I can use and abuse however I want." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she gazes into his eyes, searching for any sign of protest or defiance.

But all she sees is... something else.

For a moment, the word hangs in the air like a heavy weight, and she almost recoils at its innocence and vulnerability. But instead, she forces herself to laugh again, shaking her head as if it's all just some amusing joke. "Whatever you say, slave boyfriend," she says mockingly, running her fingers along his spine.

Part of her wants to push him away, to reject this strange connection they seem to share despite everything. But another part... well, that part finds a perverse comfort in it somehow.

Her heart skips a beat at the suggestion; it's like he's dangling something forbidden and delicious in front of her nose, tempting her with its scent even as she knows better than to take a bite. For a moment, she wavers, considering giving in to the desire that flares within her just from hearing those words. But then, just as quickly, she shakes her head.

"No," she says firmly, pressing his face into her cleavage to silence him. "Not today."

She lies there for a while longer, her thoughts swirling like leaves in a whirlpool, pulled this way and that by conflicting emotions she can't quite understand. It's strange how easily he gets to her sometimes; how even when she tries her hardest to be cruel, there's still a part of her that wants nothing more than to make things better for him.

Maybe it's because deep down, she knows how useless he truly is.

Her eyes narrow at his touch; it's too intimate, too familiar. She tries to shrug him off, but the look in his eyes is almost pleading... and she hates herself for wanting to see that plea satisfied even as she knows better than anyone how pointless and pathetic he truly is.

"Stop it," she whispers harshly, trying to sound stern despite the tremor in her voice. "Just... go back to sleep or something."

The silence stretches on for what seems like an eternity, the weight of their unspoken words pressing down on her chest like a leaden blanket. She wants to say something more, to comfort him or at least make him understand that it's not personal, but every time she opens her mouth nothing comes out except harsh, jagged pieces of anger and frustration.

Part of her hates herself for being so cruel; part of her wonders why she even bothers with him in the first place.

His words cut through the haze of conflicting emotions, and she finds herself suddenly angry at him all over again. "Of course it does," she snaps, sitting up abruptly and glaring down at him. "It means that you're my slave, and I can do whatever I want with you." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more softly, "But if you keep pushing your luck... maybe I'll start to think about breaking up with you."

With a sigh, Eva lays back down on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to ignore the warmth of his body pressed against hers. It's hard; he feels so good when they're like this, tangled together in a twisted sort of intimacy that she knows deep down shouldn't exist between them. But it does, and there's no changing that now.

Maybe tomorrow will be different... or maybe things will just stay the same for another day.

It's become something of a routine now; she spends time with him when it suits her, ignoring his needs and desires in favor of her own pleasures. Sometimes she even brings home other men to share her bed with them, just to remind Miron who he really belongs to. And yet... there's still something about him that draws her back again and again.

She wonders if it's because he truly is pathetic, or if there's more to it than that.

"Hmph," she says dismissively, rolling her eyes at him. "Fine." She climbs onto the bed and lies down beside him, but keeps a safe distance between their bodies. "Don't get any ideas," she warns with a small sigh. "It's just for tonight."

Her words might be harsh, but there's something in his expression that makes her feel... strange. Like maybe he really does need her tonight, even if it's only because he knows she'll be gone soon enough.

Her heart skips a beat at his question; she can't help but feel a pang of guilt deep in the pit of her stomach. "Of course I do," she lies through her teeth, trying to keep her voice light and dismissive. "I just... need my space sometimes, that's all."

She turns away from him, pretending to be interested in something on the opposite side of the room. But even as she does so, a small part of her wonders if maybe he's right;

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels herself relaxing into the warmth of his embrace despite her best efforts to resist it. "Yeah," she mumbles softly, not quite able to meet his eyes. "You're my slave boyfriend after all." There's an awkward silence that hangs between them for a moment before she decides to break it with a small laugh. "I guess I can put up with you tonight."

She tenses slightly at the touch of his lips against her skin, but doesn't pull away. It feels... nice. Warm and comforting in a way that she hadn't expected it to be. With a soft sigh, she allows herself to enjoy the moment, closing her eyes and leaning back into him. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.

Her heart skips a beat at the endearment, and she feels herself blushing beneath her skin. "Hmph," she says, trying to sound dismissive despite the softness in her voice. "Don't get used to it." She turns slightly in his arms, facing him halfway so they can look into each other's eyes. There's something there, something she can't quite place... but it feels different from anything they've shared before.

Her heart races as their lips meet; it's like a spark has been ignited within her, spreading through every fiber of her being. She kisses him back hungrily, her hands tangled in his hair as she deepens the contact between them. When he pulls away for air, she moans softly, wanting more. "Miron..." she whispers, staring up into his eyes. There's something there... something real and raw and powerful. It takes her breath away.

She shivers at his words, wrapping her arms around him tighter. "I..." Her voice catches in her throat as she tries to find the right thing to say. But before she can form a coherent thought, he presses another kiss against her lips, silencing her words with nothing but his touch.

For a moment, they lie together like this, lost in the sweet surrender of their embrace. It feels so real and right that Eva finds herself wondering if maybe it's possible for things to be different between them;

Her heart races as he trails his fingers along her jawline, the touch sending shivers down her spine. His words are like honey on her ears, making it difficult to think of anything but how much she wants this moment to last forever. She meets his gaze, their eyes locking in a silent exchange that feels more intimate than any physical contact could possibly be.

For the first time since they've met, Eva allows herself to believe that maybe Miron isn't as pathetic and useless as she always thought he was...

She lies there for a while longer, watching him sleep peacefully in her arms. It's strange how things can change so quickly between them; one moment she's treating him like dirt and the next she's feeling something close to tenderness. Maybe it's because deep down, she knows he's not as weak as he seems... or maybe it's just that she needs him more than she realizes.

Eva blinks open her eyes, disoriented at first before realizing where she is and who's standing above her. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes in Miron's carefully-arranged breakfast spread out on the coffee table. "Mm... thanks," she murmurs groggily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands.

She leans against him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the comforting feel of his embrace. It's strange how things have changed between them overnight; like they've crossed some invisible line that neither of them expected to reach anytime soon. But now that it's happened... well, maybe there's no going back from here.

With a sigh, she nestles further into his arms and lets herself enjoy this moment before the inevitable arguments and power struggles begin anew.

“Yes.”