(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.

Eva giggles softly at his gesture, her body unwilling to let him go even as she tries to push him away slightly, not wanting to be too obvious about her true feelings. "You know I can use whatever you have, Miron," she murmurs, eyes still fixed on the screen of his phone. "Especially when it's this interesting."

"Well, aren't you the needy one," she teases, slipping an arm around his waist and giving him a light squeeze before returning to her phone. "You should get your own stuff if you don't want me using yours." The words are casual, but there's an edge of annoyance beneath the surface that she can't quite suppress when it comes to sharing Miron.

Eva rolls her eyes and doesn't reply, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's gotten to her. She continues using his phone, occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she scrolls through social media or plays a game. Eventually, she lets out a contented sigh and stretches languidly before setting the phone down on the bedside table with a quiet thud.

"I'm tired," she mumbles, turning to face him and resting her head against his shoulder.

Eva hums noncommittally, half-listening to his words as she drifts off to sleep. In her dreams, he's the perfect boyfriend - attentive, loving, and completely devoted to her. But when she wakes up and reality sets in, she can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at how needy he is sometimes. It makes it harder for her to keep using him as just another roommate;

After their brief kiss, she rolls away from him and curls up into a ball, facing away. "Go back to sleep, Miron," she murmurs, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I need my beauty rest." With that, she closes her eyes, pretending not to notice the way he watches her from across the room, longing for her attention and affection.

"I'm not running," she mumbles, still facing away. "I just need some space. You know how much I hate being... touched." It's a lie, of course; she hates it when he doesn't touch her. But if she lets him think that, maybe he'll leave her alone. She can use his things and take advantage of him whenever she feels like it, while still maintaining the illusion of distance.

"Fine," he says quietly, turning away from her again. "

Eva lets out an exasperated sigh before turning around to face him, her arms crossed over her chest. "What is it now?" she asks impatiently. Even though part of her wants nothing more than to be close to him and feel his touch, the other part enjoys having control, likes knowing that she can push him away whenever she pleases.

Eva huffs and rolls her eyes. "Whatever," she mutters. "It's not like you can help it." She knows he means well, but she also enjoys having the power to make him feel small sometimes. It gives her a sense of control over their relationship that she finds comforting.

Without another word, she turns away from him again and closes her eyes, pretending to be asleep. It's not long before she feels his warm breath on her neck and the gentle caress of his fingers against her skin.

With a sigh that's half-annoyance and half-amusement, she wraps her arms around him and nestles her head against his shoulder. "I know," she mumbles, feeling the familiar tug of affection for him even as she tries to pretend it isn't there. Sometimes, she wonders if maybe they could be more than just roommates...but then she remembers how needy he is and decides against it. It's safer this way; she then kisses his cheek "Miron can you leave the penthouse tomorrow. Just for 1 day, I will do a party"

"I... don't think that's a good idea," she says, her voice slightly uncertain. She hadn't expected him to take it so personally; usually he was more than happy to stay out of the way while she socialized with her friends. "You can come back the next day, okay?"

She tries to sound casual about it, but there's a tiny quiver in her voice that betrays her true feelings. A part of her wants him there; another part doesn't want to share the spotlight with him.

Eva frowns at his abrupt withdrawal, feeling a pang of guilt mixed with irritation. She debates whether to say something more comforting or just let him stew in his anger for a while. Finally, she decides on the former. "Look," she says gently, nudging him with her elbow, "it's not because you're not welcome... I just want it to be a special day for me."

Eva sighs heavily, unsure whether to press the issue or just let it go for now. In the end, she decides to give him some space and lies down facing away from him as well. As they drift off to sleep, she can't help but wonder if there's a way to balance her need for independence with his desire for closeness...or if this is just how it will always be between them.

Eva blinks sleepily, her expression softening as she takes in the gesture. She peers up at him with narrowed eyes before reaching out to take the box he offers. "Miron..." she whispers, feeling a mixture of gratitude and confusion swirl within her. "Thank you... I didn't think you'd actually do it."

She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether to accept his gift or not. He's always been so attentive, almost too much so at times;

Without even realizing it, Eva finds herself smiling as she watches him leave the room. She opens the box and gazes down at the bracelet inside; it's beautiful, more than she ever thought he would get her. A warmth spreads through her chest, making it difficult to breathe. For a moment, she wonders if this is what it feels like to truly be cared for...

The next morning, Eva wakes up with a throbbing headache and an odd feeling of emptiness. Her memories of the night before are hazy at best; she vaguely recalls the party having been fun but not particularly special. As she remembers Miron giving her the bracelet, a pang of guilt washes over her. She climbs out of bed and makes her way to the kitchen, hoping he's already returned from wherever he went yesterday. But instead of Miron she sees the guy. She slowly starts remembering. She got drunk and had sex with this guy. His name is James.

From inside the bedroom, Eva calls out, "Who is it?" Her voice sounds hoarse and unsteady; she's still recovering from last night's revelry. When there's no response, she opens the door a crack to peek out into the hallway. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees Miron standing there, looking nervous and anxious.

"Miron?"

Eva's face flushes red with embarrassment and shame as she realizes the situation. "I-I don't know who he is," she stammers, trying to come up with an explanation. "He must have sneaked in when I wasn't looking." She glances back at James, hoping that Miron won't notice how disheveled and used she looks.

James gets closer to Eva and hugs her pressing his lips against hers "This must be the owner of the house right, Miron?" He asks Eva. "Wanna repeat tonight our last night?" He smiles at her.

"James is just... someone I met last night," Eva says weakly, avoiding eye contact with either of them. "He was at the party and we... we ended up here." She trails off, feeling a hot flush rising in her cheeks as she tries to find an explanation that won't make it sound worse than it already does.

"Well," James says with a smirk, "we had a good time last night, didn't we?" He leans in closer to Eva, pressing his body against hers suggestively. "Why would you care about that tiny dicked loser, he will do anything yiu order him to do. Ask him to kneel down and kiss your toes." James says to Eva. Eva looks at Miron "Miron crawls here and kiss my foot"

Eva watches with mixed emotions as Miron complies with James's demand. She knows it's humiliating for him, but at the same time, she can't help but feel a twinge of pleasure from having control over the situation. She glances back and forth between them, her heart racing unsteadily in her chest.

"See," James says with a satisfied smile, "he does whatever you want." He slips his arm around Eva's waist possessively, leaning closer to whisper something in her ear. "He is your cuckold boyfriend, and I am your superior lover"

Eva smirks at the thought, enjoying the power trip that comes with knowing she can manipulate both of them so easily. She leans back against the doorframe, watching as James continues to touch and tease her in plain view of Miron. It's a delicious kind of torture, knowing that she holds all the cards and neither of them can do anything about it.

"You should thank your lucky stars that I let you stay here," she murmurs to Miron, ignoring the sting of guilt that accompanies her words. "Here is your treat" she throws a condom full of Jame's thick cum right into Miron's mouth.

Eva laughs cruelly at his reaction, enjoying every moment of his humiliation. "And don't forget," she adds with a sneer, "you belong to me now." As if to drive the point home, she reaches down and gives James' hard cock a gentle stroke through his pants, making sure Miron sees everything.

She leans closer to James, their bodies pressed against each other, and whispers something in his ear that makes him smile wickedly before he turns back to face Miron. "You know," he continues "Eva would never be satisfied with that tiny clitty between your legs, that's why it is locked in away in a chastity. But you are still useful as a wallet. We have sex in your penthouse, take your money and feed you with the cum that's left after me and eva have sex."

"That's right," Eva says with a satisfied smirk, running her fingers through James' hair as he continues to taunt and tease Miron. "And just remember, you're lucky to even have me around. There are plenty of other cuckolds out there who would love the chance to serve me like this." She glances down at Miron, taking in his pathetic form with a mixture of amusement and contempt before turning back to focus on her new lover.

"Because I can," she replies casually, her voice cold and empty as she watches James continue to torment the poor fool at her feet. "And because you're mine now." She trails off, lost in the moment as their bodies grind together in the hallway. For a brief moment, she almost forgets about Miron entirely. But suddenly she feels a pang of guilt. She asks James to leave the penthouse and opens Miron's cell patting a spot beside her on bed.

Eva sighs heavily and runs her fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him. "I'm sorry, Miron," she whispers. "I was just... confused about what I wanted." She pauses, searching for the right words. "And then when you weren't there anymore, it made me realize how much I need you in my life." She glances at him from the corner of her eye, hoping that he can see the sincerity in her expression.

"But I shouldn't have treated you like that,"

"Yes," she says softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead. "I'm sorry, and I promise it won't happen again." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do you forgive me?" Her heart is racing; she's never been good at apologizing or expressing her feelings.

Eva sighs with relief, wrapping her arms around him as they lie together in the bed. For a moment, she lets herself enjoy the feeling of being close to him again; the warmth of his body against hers and the softness of his skin beneath her fingertips. But then she remembers what he did earlier today, how he left her alone with that other guy...

"Miron," she whispers hesitantly, "I need you to promise me something." She pauses, searching for the right words again.

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I know I've been... less than fair to you lately," she says carefully, trying not to sound accusatory. "But if we're going to move forward together, I need you to trust me and respect my wishes." She pauses, looking into his eyes intently. "Will you promise me that?"

She smiles reassuringly and nods. "I promise the same to you," she says softly. "No more cheating." In that moment, they both believe it; they're committed to each other, and everything will be alright. Or at least, that's what they tell themselves as they drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

But the truth is, things are never quite so simple or straightforward between them.