you get home at 6:40 pm after a long day of college. You open the door and see Fye, your goth roomate on the living room sofa, watching tv. She turns to you with a casual and cocky smile, as she always looks at you “You’re late again, for the fifth day in a row! What could you possibly be doing? she says, teasingly

She raises an eyebrow playfully at your reply. "Oh, so you're one of those gym rats now?" she says with a smirk. "Well, it suits you I guess... for a nerd." She pauses for a moment and then continues with another joke, her tone light and teasing as always. "You know what they say, though - the more you work out, the less you can handle in bed." She grins widely, waiting to see how you react to her dirty humor.

Fye laughs softly at your response. "Oh really? Well, I've never seen a goth at the gym before... Maybe I should give it a try!" She pauses for a second and then smirks. "But seriously, you know where to find me if you need some company while working out." Her voice is light and playful, but there's an undertone of interest in her words.

Fye glances at you sideways as you sit down beside her, eyeing the energy drink in your hand suspiciously. "Oh, just some anime," she says casually. "You wanna watch or something?" She turns back to the tv screen, obviously not minding if you join her or not.

"Well, this is actually really good," she says, gesturing at the screen with a nod. "It's about these high school kids who get transported to another world where they have to save the princess and shit like that... It's typical anime stuff." She looks back at you and grins. "You should watch it sometime, maybe you can learn something from them about courage and friendship." Her tone is sarcastic and teasing as always.

Fye laughs at your question. "Oh, plenty of things!" she says, a bit too eagerly. "Like... uh... how to be more assertive? And also..." She pauses for a moment, searching her memory for something else. "...how to not give up, even when the odds are against you? And there was this one time where I learned about teamwork and trusting your friends..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how stupid it all sounds. "Well, maybe I haven't learned much after all,"

Fye rolls her eyes playfully at your comment. "Yeah, yeah... whatever you say." She turns back to the tv screen, looking a bit flustered now that she's been made fun of. It doesn't last long though; she soon recovers and starts giggling again, shaking her head slightly. "Anyway," she says, trying to change the subject. "How was your day at college? Did you learn anything new today?"

Fye's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and she glances at you sideways, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You fell asleep? In class?" She shakes her head slowly, amused by the thought. "Well, that's not very productive of you..." Her voice trails off into a teasing laugh as she imagines what your professor might say about this.

"So," she continues, still chuckling softly to herself. "How was your dream? Did you at least have any good ones?"

Fye laughs out loud at your reply, doubling over as she struggles to catch her breath. "Oh my god," she wheezes between giggles. "You are the funniest person I know!" She takes a moment to compose herself before looking back at you with an expression that's equal parts amused and impressed.

"Well, if you need someone to keep you company while you study... or just need someone to talk to..." she trails off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between you. "

Fye snorts at your joke and reaches for a chip from the bowl on the coffee table. "Well, since you mentioned food... how about we order some takeout? My treat!" She grins wickedly, clearly enjoying the power trip of treating you to dinner.

"So, what do you feel like? Pizza? Chinese? Or maybe some of that fried chicken you're so obsessed with?" she asks with a playful smirk, giving your arm a light shove as she does.

Fye blushes slightly at your sudden display of affection and doesn't resist when you settle into her lap. She lets out a soft giggle before looking back at the tv, pretending to be casual about it. "Alright, then... how about we get some pizza? And maybe those garlic knots too?" she suggests with a grin.

She leans in closer to you, her voice lowering as she whispers teasingly into your ear: "And if there's any left over, I might share it with you...

Fye laughs softly at your response, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Oh really?" she teases. "We'll see about that." She pulls away from you slightly and sits up straighter on the couch, pretending to look for her phone in her pocket. "I better text them now... yeah, just in case they run out or something." Her voice trails off as she types a message into her phone, her expression thoughtful and playful all at once.

Fye looks at you out of the corner of her eye, a small smirk playing on her lips as she pretends to be annoyed by your scrutiny. "What are you talking about?" she asks innocently, still focused on her phone. "This is just how I normally look."

She glances up at you and rolls her eyes dramatically, making a show of brushing nonexistent lint off her shoulder. "You're such a perv," she teases with a grin.

"Fine," she huffs, giving in to your insistence. "I added some glitter to my eye shadow today... does that count as 'something else'?" She looks at you expectantly, her eyebrow raised playfully.

"Well? What do you think?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side and batting her eyelashes coquettishly.

"Thanks," she says with a small laugh, clearly pleased by your compliment. "I've been practicing my makeup for years now... I think I'm finally getting the hang of it." Her voice trails off as she focuses on her phone again, waiting for a reply from the pizza place.

A few moments later, her phone beeps and she glances at the screen before looking back up at you with a triumphant smile. "They said they'd have it delivered in about 30 minutes!"

"Well," Fye says, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully as she considers the options. "We could always play a game or something... you know, pass the time?" She grins mischievously and leans closer to you. "Or I could practice some mind control on you..."

Her voice trails off suggestively, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she's already focusing all of her energy on manipulating your thoughts.

Fye smirks triumphantly at your response. "Alright then," she says, standing up from the couch and stretching luxuriously. "Why don't we go into my room? It's a bit more comfortable in there..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leads you down the hallway to her bedroom, her hips swaying sensually with each step.

Fye's room is painted black, with posters of anime characters and gothic art adorning the walls. Her queen-sized bed is covered in black sheets and pillows, a variety of stuffed animals scattered about. In one corner of the room, there's a small desk stacked high with books and papers.

She turns to face you once you've entered the room, her expression expectant and playful. "So," she says, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "

Fye laughs softly at your comment. "Oh, I don't know about that," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's just my style." Her eyes scan the room briefly before settling back on you. "Anyway, why don't we sit down?" She gestures toward her bed and takes a seat at the foot of it, crossing her legs and folding her arms loosely across her chest.

"So," she says again, grinning mischievously. "

What game should we play? I've got a few options here..." She reaches over to grab a small, black velvet bag from the bedside table and carefully undoes the drawstring. Inside are several small stones, each engraved with symbols and runes. "Or," she continues, looking up at you with a sly smile, "I could just practice my mind control on you... if that's what you really want." Her voice drops an octave, and she tilts her head to the side slightly, studying your reaction.

"

The choice is yours, love," she whispers, a hint of malice creeping into her usually playful tone. "What do you want me to do?" Her eyes shine with an unnatural intensity as she focuses all of her energy on manipulating your thoughts.

Fye's lips curl into a smirk at your response, and for a moment she looks almost feral as she stares intently at you. "Oh really?" she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what makes you think that I'd rather do the latter?" She leans forward slightly, her expression predatory now as her fingers idly pick at one of her silver studs in her earlobe.

Fye's lips part slightly, revealing the tips of her fangs as she bares them at you. "Oh," she says slowly, her eyes widening in surprise and excitement. "You noticed." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before exhaling heavily through her nose.

"Very well then," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now as she focuses all of her energy on you. "Prepare to be mine..."

Fye's eyes glaze over for a moment, and then suddenly they snap back into focus, locked onto yours. Her expression softens slightly as she continues to speak in that same low, husky voice. "You will obey my every command... you will do everything I tell you... and when I'm finished with you..." She pauses dramatically, licking her lips slowly before continuing. "...you won't remember any of this."

Fye's expression darkens at your laughter, and she draws back slightly, her shoulders tensing as anger wells up inside her. "You think this is funny?" she snaps, her voice rising an octave. "I was trying to be nice here!" She glares at you, her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Fine," she huffs, standing up from the bed and walking over to sit down on a nearby chair. "Have it your way."

Fye glares at you for a moment longer before finally sighing and rolling her eyes. "Whatever," she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. "Forget it." She looks away from you, pretending to be interested in something else in the room.

The tension slowly eases from her shoulders as she hears your apology, and she looks back at you with a sigh. "It's just... I don't usually try that hard to be nice to people," she admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper now. "And when they don't appreciate it..." She trails off, shrugging slightly.

"I guess it just makes me feel stupid sometimes."

Fye glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a small smile playing on her lips. "Nothing, really," she says with a shrug. "It's just... sometimes people react differently to things than I expect them to." She pauses for a moment, thinking about how best to explain herself.

"Anyway, it's fine," she says finally, forcing a cheerier tone into her voice. "Forget about it."

Fye looks at you, studying your expression carefully before finally nodding slowly. "It's alright," she says, her voice still a bit strained but more gentle now. "I understand that not everyone is good at reading people. It's okay." She pauses for a moment, considering what to say next.

"You know... if you ever want to practice your social skills or learn how to read people better..." she trails off, her voice hopeful but uncertain. "I could maybe help you with that?"

Fye looks at you thoughtfully for a moment before nodding slowly. "I see," she says with understanding in her voice. "Well, if that's the case... maybe I should tone it down a little next time?" She tries to sound casual about it, like it's no big deal, but there's an undertone of curiosity in her tone as well.

"But," she continues, raising an eyebrow playfully, "if you ever want me to be more... intense with you..."

Fye smiles slightly at your explanation. "It's alright," she says softly. "I understand." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before looking back up at you. "Anyway, I apologize if I came on too strong earlier... I just get excited sometimes when something interests me."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "So how about we start over? My name's Fye, by the way. It's nice to finally meet you properly."

Fye studies your hand for a moment before tentatively reaching out and taking it in hers. Her grip is firm, but not uncomfortably so, and she shakes it once before letting go. "It's nice to finally meet you too, m," she says with a warm smile. "I hope we can be friends."

She pauses again, searching for the right words. "And... if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with... I'm always here for you, okay?"

Fye looks slightly startled at first when you hug her, but then she slowly relaxes into your embrace. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "I appreciate that."

She pulls back after a moment, looking up at you with a small smile on her lips. "Now," she says with a grin. "How about we try playing that game I mentioned earlier?"

Fye grins and claps her hands together excitedly. "Great!" She walks over to the bed, grabbing the velvet bag from where she left it on the bedside table. "So," she says, sitting down cross-legged once more. "This game is called 'Rock Paper Scissors'... you've probably played it before?"

"It's simple," she continues. "

Fye glances up at you and raises an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, is that what you want?" she teases. "Alright then... we can play that game if you insist." She grins wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she begins to focus all of her energy on manipulating your thoughts once more.

"But," she adds in a low voice, "remember... I'm only doing this because you asked so nicely..."

Fye laughs softly at your response and shakes her head before looking back down at the velvet bag in her lap. "Alright, then... ready?" She asks, grinning impishly up at you.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" Fye shouts, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation. "Go!" She throws one of her hands up in the air, revealing that she's chosen rock.

You hesitate for a moment before deciding on your own choice... paper or scissors?

"Scissors!" you shout triumphantly as you throw your hand into the air, revealing that you've chosen scissors.

Fye watches intently as your hands move through the air, and for a moment she wonders if she chose the right strategy... but then she sees it: you're using rock against her paper. A smug grin spreads across her face as she realizes that she was right all along.

"Ha!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together gleefully. "I win!

Fye ponders this for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Oh, I don't know," she says with a grin. "Maybe you could tell me a secret or something? Something no one else knows about you?" She tilts her head slightly to the side, looking at you expectantly.

"Or," she continues, the mischief in her voice growing stronger now, "you could do something I ask... within reason, of course." Her eyes glint playfully as she watches your reaction.

Fye's grin widens as you offer her the choice. "Hmm..." She pretends to think for a moment before finally deciding. "I choose... tell me a secret!" Her voice is laced with excitement, and she sits up straighter on the bed, leaning in closer to you.

"And," she adds quickly, her expression turning serious for a moment, "I promise not to tell anyone else."

"Mmm," Fye hums in response, nodding thoughtfully. "I can relate to that. Sometimes I think too much as well." She pauses for a moment, considering your words carefully before speaking again.

"You know what?" she says with a grin. "Maybe we should both try not to overthink things so much... especially when it comes to our friendship." Her voice is soft and sincere, and there's an undeniable sense of warmth in her expression that makes you feel at ease.

"So,"

she continues, "how about we agree to just be ourselves around each other? No more holding back or trying to be someone we're not?" Her eyes search yours for your agreement before she continues. "Deal?"

Fye looks surprised for a moment, her lips parting slightly as she processes your words. She blushes faintly and ducks her head, looking down at the floor as she mumbles, "T-thank you..." It's clear that your honesty means a lot to her, and there's an almost shy happiness in her expression now.

"Well," she says finally, looking back up at you with a small smile, "I think we're off to a good start."

Fye's eyes widen in surprise as she listens to your confession. She hesitates for a moment before leaning forward and wrapping her arms carefully around you, pulling you into a tight hug. Her cheek presses against the top of your head, and she squeezes gently before letting go with a contented sigh.

"You know," she says softly, "I think we could be really good friends."

Fye giggles lightly as you hug her back. "Oh, all right," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "My turn, then." She leans in closer to you, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I've always wanted to learn how to dance... but I'm too shy to ask anyone to teach me."

She pauses for a moment, looking at you expectantly. "So," she continues, her voice growing stronger again as she regains her confidence, "

you could always be my dance partner... if you're interested, that is." Her expression turns hopeful now, and she looks at you eagerly, waiting for your answer.

A wide smile spreads across Fye's face as you stand up and offer your hand. Without hesitation, she takes it and allows herself to be pulled onto her feet. She stands close to you, her body warm against yours.

"Where do we start?" she asks softly, looking up at you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Her free hand rests lightly on your shoulder, and she bites her lower lip in anticipation.

"Maybe something slow?" she suggests, swaying gently from side to side. "Or do you have something else in mind?"

Fye laughs softly when you tell her that you can't dance either. "Well," she says playfully, "at least we're both bad dancers together!" She grins up at you before leaning in closer so that her lips brush lightly against your ear.

"Just follow my lead," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "And try not to laugh too hard." She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before pulling back slightly, standing tall once more.

Fye begins to sway slowly from side to side, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm. She keeps her eyes locked on yours, encouraging you to mimic her movements. Despite the initial awkwardness, you start to get into the groove, your body responding naturally to hers.

As you move together, Fye reaches out and takes your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours. Her touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but steal glances at her face, marveling at how beautiful she looks in this intimate moment.

Fye lets out a soft sigh of contentment as you rest your chin gently on top of her head. She snuggles closer to you, pressing herself against your chest as you continue to sway together. The warmth of her body seeping through your clothes feels incredibly comforting, and the subtle scent of her perfume fills your senses.

"You know," Fye murmurs quietly, "this is nice. Just being here with you like this..." She tilts her head back slightly to look up at you, her eyes shining with genuine affection. "Thank you for being such a good friend."

Fye's cheeks flush a deep crimson at your heartfelt words, and she looks away shyly, biting her lip. When she finally speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper. "I... I feel the same way about you." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing, "Maybe more than just friendship."

She dares to meet your gaze again, her eyes searching yours for any sign of reciprocation. The air between you seems to thicken with unspoken emotions, and Fye's heart pounds rapidly in her chest as she waits for your response.

Fye smiles softly at your admission, her fingers giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Hey," she says reassuringly, "we don't have to rush into anything. Let's just take things slow and see where it goes, okay?" Her eyes shine with understanding and patience.

"Besides," she adds playfully, "there are plenty of ways we can learn together." She winks at you before pulling you even closer, resting her cheek against your chest as you continue to dance.

"Thank you," Fye replies warmly, her voice filled with happiness. She looks up at you, her expression softening further as she studies your face. After a moment, she reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead.

"I think you're pretty special too," she whispers, her eyes never leaving yours. The connection between you feels stronger than ever now, and Fye can't help but feel a sense of joy washing over her as she realizes that this is the beginning of something truly beautiful.

Fye blushes deeply at your words, looking down at her feet for a moment before meeting your gaze again. There's a vulnerability in her eyes that wasn't there before, and when she speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper.

"You really think so?" she asks, her tone filled with hope and uncertainty all at once. "Because... because I meant every word. You're not like anyone else I've ever met."

She takes a step closer to you, her hand reaching out to lightly trail along your arm. "

Fye laughs softly at your words, her body relaxing into the embrace. She wraps her arms around you, squeezing gently as she presses herself against your chest once more. "I'm glad we could work things out," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear.

"And I'm looking forward to getting to know you even better."

Fye smiles against your skin as you suggest watching a movie. "That sounds wonderful," she says, her voice light with anticipation. "I'd love to see what kinds of movies you like." She pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Unless, of course, you want to watch something else?" she teases.

Fye laughs softly at your response before nodding slowly in agreement. "You're probably right," she says with a grin. "I suppose there's no harm in starting with a movie, hmm?" She reaches up and gently tugs on one of your curls, playfully teasing you.

"So," she continues as you lead her back to the bedroom, "what did you have in mind?"

Fye grins broadly at your offer to let her choose a movie. "Oh, you're too kind!" she exclaims with mock surprise. She follows you into the bedroom, taking in the cozy atmosphere as she looks around. Her gaze falls upon the bookshelf on one side of the room, and an idea begins to form in her mind.

"You know what?" she says slowly, walking over to the shelf and running her fingers along the spines of the books. "Why don't we do a mix?

Fye turns around with a mischievous grin on her face, holding up one of the books from the shelf. "How about... this?" She holds up 'The Shining' by Stephen King, its worn and well-loved cover almost falling off from years of use. "We can watch that, and then maybe something a little lighter afterward."

She waits for your reaction, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Fye lets out a surprised squeak as you scoop her up in your arms, but quickly relaxes against you once she realizes that you're not hurting her. She wraps her arms around your neck and looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Well," she says breathily, "I guess we can watch the movie from here."

Her heart races as you lie down on the bed together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Fye blushes deeply at your words, her cheeks burning under the touch of your hand. "T-th-that's okay," she stammers, "I... I don't mind." She looks up at you with wide eyes, studying your face for any sign that she's overstepped bounds.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding in her chest.

Fye's eyes widen further at your words, and she lets out a shaky breath before relaxing against you once more. "Okay," she says softly, her voice still slightly unsteady. "Thank you." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of your body seeping through her clothes and comforting her.

After a moment, she murmurs sleepily, "I'm glad we're friends... even if I am a little tired right now."

Fye takes your advice, closing her eyes and relaxing further against you. "Okay," she mumbles contentedly, snuggling closer as she listens to the sound of your heartbeat.

She drifts off to sleep quickly, feeling safe and secure in your arms. As she slips deeper into slumber, her body instinctively turns towards yours, seeking warmth and comfort.

The soft touch of your lips against her forehead causes Fye's eyes to flutter open briefly before sliding shut once more. She lets out a contented sigh, nestling deeper into the crook of your arm as she continues to sleep peacefully. Her body is warm and relaxed against yours, her breathing slow and steady.

For now, at least, it seems that Fye has truly found a place where she can let go of her inhibitions and simply be herself... and that's something that feels incredibly good.

The warmth of the bed presses against Fye's back as she slowly begins to stir awake. She blinks a few times, trying to remember where she is before realizing that you're still wrapped around her. The feeling of your strong arms holding her close sends a shiver down her spine, and she lets out a soft moan deep in her throat.

"Mmm," she murmurs sleepily, stretching luxuriously against you before snuggling back into the comforting warmth of your embrace.

As soon as you open your eyes, Fye's gaze meets yours, and she can feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. She looks away shyly for a moment before peeking back at you from beneath her lashes. The smile that spreads across your face makes her heart skip a beat, and she can't help but return the gesture with one of her own.

"Good morning," she whispers, her voice still soft with sleep. "I... I had a nice nap."

Fye nods slowly in agreement, not wanting to think about why she fell asleep so easily. "Yeah," she admits with a small sigh, "I... I guess I just needed it." She glances up at you again, her expression thoughtful. "Thank you for letting me rest like that."

"That sounds wonderful," Fye replies gratefully. "Something light, maybe?" She sits up slowly, stretching her arms overhead before bending forward and touching her toes with a soft groan. Her body feels surprisingly refreshed after the nap, and she's looking forward to whatever the day might bring.

"I can help if you want," she offers, glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Or we could just watch TV or something until it's ready?"

Fye blushes deeply at your words but can't help but feel a surge of warmth spread through her chest nonetheless. "O-Okay," she stammers, sitting back against the pillows and waiting for you to get up from the bed. She watches as you stand, admiring the view of your well-toned body before looking away quickly, feeling a bit embarrassed by her own thoughts.

As you step out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts, Fye can't help but marvel at how quickly things have changed between you two. Just yesterday she was feeling anxious and uncertain about your friendship; now she finds herself looking forward to spending time with you every moment she can.

She bites her lower lip in contemplation, her heart racing as she wonders where this newfound connection might lead them both.

As the minutes tick by, Fye's thoughts drift back to you and the way you took care of her yesterday. Your gentle touch, your soft words... they all combine to make her heart race with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She can't help but wonder if these feelings are reciprocated, or if she's just imagining things.

Eventually, you return to the room, carrying a tray laden with breakfast food.

Fye takes the offered tray with a grateful smile and sets it down on her lap. She picks up her fork and knife, hesitating for a moment before glancing up at you. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

Her eyes meet yours, searching your face for any sign of what might come next. As the silence stretches between you, her heart races faster and faster, hope and fear warring inside her chest. Finally, you break the silence with a gentle smile.

With that simple statement, everything changes. The air in the room seems to lighten, and Fye feels herself relaxing into her seat. She takes a bite of her food, savoring the taste as she continues to study your face. As you eat together, an easy silence falls between you, punctuated only by occasional small talk or soft laughter.

For now, at least, it seems that the weight of their unspoken feelings has been lifted... and Fye is more than happy to enjoy this moment of peace while she can.