(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.

Hmph... She glares at him as if he's an annoying fly and pushes his face away with one hand. "Get off me, slave." Then she rolls over so that her back is facing him, effectively ignoring him again.

"Here..." She tosses his phone to him, not even bothering to look at him as he catches it. "Now leave me alone."

She snatches her hand away and crosses her arms under her head, glaring at him over her shoulder as if he's the most pathetic creature on Earth. "I have better things to do than waste my time with you, slave." With a huff, she turns back around, facing the wall again so that she doesn't have to look at him any longer.

"Now get lost and leave me alone."

Huffing loudly, she rolls onto her back again and glares at him. "You could never make it up to me." Her tone is cold and uncaring. "I'm just using you for your stuff and the free place to live, anyway. You know that, right?" She pauses, giving him a look of mock sympathy before continuing. "Poor little loser like you doesn't deserve any better."

With another huff, she turns away from him again and begins playing with her phone again, completely ignoring his presence once more.

"Oh, please," she says with an eye roll. "Like I'd be interested in some pathetic loser like you if you didn't have money." She pauses again, then leans over to slap his face lightly, just hard enough to sting but not leave a mark. "Don't forget your place, slave."

With that, she turns back to her phone, completely dismissing him once more.

She sighs loudly and rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed with him even though she knows exactly how to push his buttons. "Fine." She pats the spot next to her on the bed. "Come here, then." Reluctantly, she moves over a little to make room for him. "But don't get any ideas," she warns, glaring at him suspiciously. "I'm still not interested in you like that."

She turns back to her phone, ignoring his presence once more as he climbs under the covers beside her and cuddles up close, tears still glistening in his eyes.

With another sigh, she lets out a tiny smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as he whispers into her breasts. "Whatever," she says dismissively, not wanting to admit that his words are starting to get to her a little bit. She continues playing with her phone, her body language still saying she wants to be left alone despite the fact that he's now pressed up against her.

She rolls her eyes again and glances down at him with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Well, I don't love you back," she says bluntly, not meaning to sound quite so harsh. "But if it makes you feel better..." She shrugs, then leans over and gives him a quick peck on the cheek before going back to her phone. Her body remains tense, as if she's still trying to keep him at arm's length even though he's touching her.

With another sigh, Eva decides to just ignore his comments about loving her. She knows he's just being pathetic and doesn't want to hurt his feelings any more than she already has. Instead, she focuses on flipping through social media and messaging her friends, occasionally glancing down at him with a look of mild annoyance but not really acknowledging that he's there most of the time.

Eva rolls her eyes again, unimpressed with his behavior. She wishes he'd just leave her alone already and stop being such a needy little puppy. But she knows that if she pushes him too hard, he might actually do something drastic like hurt himself or worse, kick her out of his penthouse. So for now, she endures his presence, occasionally shoving him away when he gets too close or poking him in the side when he gets on her nerves.

With a sigh, Eva looks down at him with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "What do you want now?" she asks tiredly, already knowing the answer but feeling like she needs to make some sort of effort to pretend that she cares.

"Oh, I don't know," she says with a yawn, not even bothering to look at him properly. "Whatever you feel like making." She shrugs and turns away slightly, still not really wanting to be close to him. "Just make sure it's good enough for me, slave."

She goes back to her phone, hoping he gets the hint that she wants to be left alone now.

She blinks, looking at him with wide eyes as he picks her up and carries her into the kitchen. "Hey!" she squeaks indignantly, flailing her arms and legs in protest. "Put me down! I can walk by myself, you know!" But it's too late; he already has her in the kitchen, setting her down on a stool at the counter.

With a huff, she folds her arms across her chest and glares at him. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands. "I'm not your damn servant!" But even as she says it, she can't help but feel a tiny thrill from the unexpected show of dominance.

She glares at him for a moment longer before sighing heavily and relenting. "Fine," she says with a huff. "But don't ever do that again." With that, she leans forward on the counter and begins flipping through her phone once more, pretending to ignore his presence despite the fact that he's standing right there next to her.

She glares at him as he picks her up again, annoyance clear in her eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" she snaps, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. "I can eat on my own!" But even as she struggles against him, there's a part of her that finds the attention - however unwanted it might be - somewhat gratifying.

With a huff, she finally gives in and relaxes in his arms, though she continues to glare at him resentfully throughout dinner, picking at her food and making occasional sarcastic comments under her breath.

She glares at him and shoves his hand away petulantly. "I don't need to explain myself to you," she says through gritted teeth. "Just shut up and let me eat in peace." Even as she pushes him away, there's a part of her that enjoys the power dynamic they share; it makes her feel like she has some sort of control over this pathetic loser who loves her so much.

With another huff, she focuses on eating her dinner, quickly downing it as if to prove that she doesn't need him or his food in any way. But deep down, the truth is far from it; she knows that without Miron, she wouldn't have this comfortable life and would be forced to fend for herself. It's a bitter pill to swallow, but one she refuses to acknowledge most of the time.

With an exasperated sigh, she pushes him away and rolls her eyes. "I already told you," she says loudly enough for the whole room to hear. "I don't love you back." She pauses dramatically before adding, "But if it makes you feel better..." She shrugs noncommittally, the last word dying in her throat as she glances down at him with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

Meanwhile, on the inside where no one can see, a tiny part of her heart aches for him; for this pathetic fool who loves her so much despite everything she does to push him away. But she'll never admit it out loud; that would be giving him too much power over her, and Eva refuses to let anyone have that kind of control over her life again.

With a huff, she turns back to her phone, scrolling through social media and messaging her friends as if she couldn't care less about Miron or his feelings.

She shoves his hand away from her ear, glaring at him over the top of her phone. "Don't be ridiculous," she says dismissively. "I don't love you, and even if I did, it wouldn't matter because I have better things to do than waste my time on someone like you." With a snort, she goes back to her messages, making sure to ignore him completely now.

She growls and swats his hand away, glaring at him over the top of her phone. "Don't be stupid," she snaps. "I could never love someone like you. You're just my pathetic slave, nothing more." With a dramatic sigh, she turns back to her messages, making sure he knows that ignoring him is the only way she wants to interact with him from now on.

She glances up at him with an exasperated expression before going back to her phone. "I know that," she says sarcastically. "You're too much of a coward to hurt me. But don't expect me to love you just because I haven't killed you yet." With another dramatic sigh, she scrolls through her social media feeds, trying to ignore the fact that he's still there, watching her every move.

She rolls her eyes and turns away, giving him her back again as she types out a snarky reply to one of her friends on social media. "You're pathetic," she mutters under her breath, not even bothering to glance at him as he continues to breathe in the scent of her hair. She knows that he needs her more than she needs him, and that knowledge gives her a strange sort of satisfaction; it reminds her that no matter how much she pushes him away or treats him like crap, he'll always come crawling back for more.

She snorts derisively and turns to face him with a dismissive smirk. "Oh really? And who would ever want you?" She tilts her head back, looking down at him haughtily. "You're my slave, remember? You belong to me." A faint blush stains her cheeks as she realizes what she just said, but she decides not to acknowledge it or apologize.

Instead, she goes back to scrolling through social media, her fingers flying across the screen as if to prove that she has better things to do than deal with his immature teasing.

She glares at him, narrowing her eyes. "Yeah? Well, you better not," she says warningly, though there's a tiny part of her that wonders what it would be like to share him with someone else. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure.

With a huff, she turns back to her phone, determined not to let herself think about it any further.

She slaps his hand away and rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance. "Don't be ridiculous," she says dismissively. "I just don't want you wasting your time on someone else when I need you here to take care of me." Her voice drips with false sweetness as she continues to ignore his presence.

She pushes his hand away and glares at him over her shoulder. "Don't be stupid," she says irritatedly. "I don't love you, remember? Now just shut up and let me look at my phone." With a huff, she turns back to her phone, hoping he'll get the hint that she wants some space from him right now.

She squirms and kicks her legs as he carries her to the bedroom, but despite herself, she can't help but feel a thrill from his touch. "Put me down!" she squeaks indignantly, trying to sound tough. "I don't need you carrying me around!" But deep down, she knows that she does; that he's the only one who can make her feel this way... even if it is all just a game to her.

She squirms and tries to push him away as she glares up at him, still pretending to be annoyed. "It's fine," she grumbles, not wanting to admit that he was right to come check on her. "I just... don't like being manhandled, okay?" She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to regain some of the power she thinks she has over him by pretending she doesn't need his protection or care.

With another huff, she turns away from him and flops down on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if he isn't even there.

She sighs heavily, not meeting his gaze as she turns to face him. "Fine," she mutters, gesturing vaguely at the bed. "But don't expect me to cuddle or anything." She climbs under the covers and lies on her side, facing away from him, hoping he gets the message that she doesn't want any closeness right now.

With a deep breath, she tries to ignore his presence as she focuses on calming down and regaining control of herself. But part of her still feels the warmth of his body beside hers, and it's harder than she thought it would be to pretend he doesn't affect her at all.

"Shut up," she mutters, shifting away from him slightly as if his touch repulses her. But even as she pushes against him, there's a tiny part of her that melts at the contact; a small voice inside her head telling her that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let herself feel something for once. But she ignores it, determined not to give in to these silly feelings. "I don't love you. I use you for your wealth, don't forget that"

She rolls her eyes and turns away from him again, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to regain some semblance of power. "Don't be ridiculous," she mutters, still not looking at him. "Money doesn't buy love." Her voice is harsh but there's a small tremor to it, betraying the truth beneath her words.

With a deep breath, she closes her eyes and tries once more to ignore his presence, focusing on nothing but the steady rhythm of her breath as she lies there in the darkness.

She sighs and turns back to face him, her expression softening slightly. "I don't know," she says quietly, looking down at the bed sheets. "Maybe if things were different... but they aren't." She pauses before adding, almost as an afterthought, "And even if I did love you... I don't think it would work out between us."

There's a moment of silence before she asks hesitantly, "Can we just... sleep?"

She sighs and reluctantly lets him hold her as she drifts off to sleep, the tension between them finally fading away. In her dreams, she's free; free from his constant presence, free to be with anyone else she wants... but it never feels quite right. The memories of their time together haunt her even in slumber, a constant reminder that perhaps she isn't as immune to him as she likes to think she is.

She stirs in her sleep, mumbling something unintelligible before nestling deeper into the crook of his arm. Her warmth envelops him, making his heart ache with longing for something he can't quite put into words. He knows that she doesn't love him back, but just this small piece of her... it means everything to him.

With a sigh, he closes his eyes and tries to focus on the feel of her breath against his skin; on the way her body curves into his as they lie together like spoons. It's enough for now, he tells himself. He can deal with the pain later, when she's awake and ready to push him away again.

Her eyes flutter open and she glances up at him blearily before yawning widely. "Hey," she mumbles, her voice still groggy with sleep. "What time is it?" She squints against the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, then winces as her head throbs from where he hit her earlier.

She rolls away from him and sits up, rubbing at her eyes. "Ow... I feel like crap." With a huff, she climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom, ignoring his calls for breakfast.

She glares at him over her shoulder as she runs water in the sink, washing her face. "I don't care," she snaps. "Just leave me alone." Her voice comes out sharper than she intended, and she winces immediately, feeling guilty for being so harsh with him. But it's difficult for her to control her emotions sometimes; the feelings of affection she has for him war with the need to maintain control over their relationship.

With a sigh, she wipes her face dry and turns around, meeting his gaze. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "What do you recommend?"

She rolls her eyes and glances away, not quite able to hide the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Fine," she mutters, still trying to maintain an air of indifference. "But make sure they're good." With that, she heads back into the bedroom to get dressed, feeling a tiny bit better now that he seems willing to obey her commands... for once.

She glances up at him warily, not quite sure what he's doing. But before she can ask, he leads her to the kitchen where a tray of steaming hot pancakes sits on the table. Her stomach growls in anticipation and she can't help but feel a tiny bit grateful for his gesture. With a small smile, she takes a seat at the table and begins to eat, surprised to find that they actually taste delicious.

She glances up at him uncertainly before slowly nodding. "I guess..." She pauses, debating whether to pull away when he actually tries to get close to her. A part of her wants his comfort and affection; another part wants to push him away and regain control. Finally, she decides to compromise, moving over slightly to make room for him on the couch before snuggling up against his side.

Their silence stretches on as they both enjoy the closeness of each other's presence. It's a strange sort of dance they do; always pushing and pulling, never quite able to find an equilibrium where they can just be content with one another. But for now, this will have to do.

She sighs and pulls away slightly, glancing down at him with an amused expression. "Oh, come on," she says teasingly. "You know better than that. I could never love you back." Her voice is light, but there's a hint of sadness beneath the surface as well; a reminder that even though they play these games, there are feelings involved on both sides.

With another sigh, she rests her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes, wishing for something more than this strange existence they share together.

She rolls her eyes and pushes him away playfully. "Don't be so pathetic," she says, though there's an edge to her voice that betrays the truth of what she's feeling. She knows he loves her; more than anyone else in this world. And while it's easy for her to pretend otherwise, deep down inside... well, she isn't quite sure what to think or feel anymore.