GENRE LIST
BL | Dark Romance | Possessive Roommate | Jealousy | Obsessive ML | Forced Proximity | Midnight Encounters |
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Sol moved into the tiny apartment expecting awkward small talk, maybe shared groceries, maybe arguments about dishes.What he did not expect was Dorian.
Dorian, who barely spoke.Dorian, who moved like shadows followed him.Dorian, who had one strange rule written on a sticky note on Sol's bedroom door:
After midnight, do not lock your door.— D.
Sol had laughed at first, thinking it was a joke.
It wasn't.
Because the first night he locked it… Dorian came knocking. Slow, controlled knocks.Three taps.Pause.Three more.
"Sol," Dorian's voice was low, like a warning wrapped in velvet. "Open the door."
Sol opened it half annoyed, half intimidated.Dorian stood there in loose black sweats and a sleeveless shirt, hair messy like he'd been running his hands through it. His eyes… weren't the calm gray they were during the day. They were darker. Hungrier.
"You broke the rule," Dorian said.
"It's weird," Sol shot back. "Why shouldn't I lock my-?"
Dorian stepped closer.
Sol's breath faltered.
"Because," Dorian murmured, "I need to be able to reach you."
Sol swallowed. "For what?"
Dorian smirked. "You don't want the real answer."
And then he left, just like that, back to his room door left open like an unspoken challenge.
Things only got stranger after that.
During the day, Dorian barely existed. He left early, came home late, spoke little.But after midnight?
His presence filled the apartment like a storm.
He lingered in the hallway outside Sol's room. Sat on the couch staring at nothing. Brushed past Sol in the narrow kitchen, fingers gliding over Sol's waist like an accidental touch that wasn't accidental at all.
And every time Sol looked at him, Dorian's eyes flickered with an intensity that made Sol's heart sprint.
But Sol tried to ignore it… until the night someone else came over.
But tonight now things got worse.
Because Milo came over his friend.
And Dorian snapped.
Milo wasn't even doing anything wrong.
Just sitting on Sol's bed, laughing, leaning close, putting his hand on sol shoulder laughing about something.
But Dorian appeared in the doorway like he'd been summoned by jealousy alone.
He didn't speak.
Didn't move.
Just stared at Milo with an expression that made Sol's stomach drop.
Milo tried to lighten the tension.
"Is he always this friendly?" he joked.
Dorian didn't even blink.
Sol stepped forward, heart pounding.
"Dorian, we're just talking-"
"That," Dorian said, finally, voice disturbingly calm,
"is my room."
Sol frowned. "No, it's mine-"
"He's on your bed," Dorian continued, staring at Milo.
"Where you sleep. Where I hear you breathe.
Where you keep your door open for me."
Sol froze. "Dorian-!"
Milo laughed nervously. "Okay, bro, chill~"
Dorian moved.
He didn't grab Milo.
Didn't push him.
Didn't even raise his voice.
He just stepped close enough that Milo had to stand to avoid being cornered.
And then he whispered-
"Leave. Now."
Milo looked at Sol, eyes wide.
"Dude… what the hell-"
"Go," Sol whispered. "Just go."
sol walked milo towards the house exit door
Milo left fast.
Dorian followed him into the dim hallway,
The moment the door shut, Sol turned, furious.
"You can't act like that!"
Dorian's jaw flexed.
"You let him in here."
"He's my friend!"
"He touched you."
"He touched my shoulder!"
Dorian laughed softly a dark, low sound that made Sol step back.
"Sol," he murmured,
"you don't understand what you do to me."
Sol's back hit the wall.
Dorian placed a hand beside his head, trapping him.
"When I hear someone else's voice in your room…
when I smell another person near you…
I stop thinking clearly."
Sol swallowed. "That's not normal."
"I'm not normal," Dorian agreed, leaning closer.
"Especially not with you."
His fingers grazed Sol's jaw, gentle but trembling with restraint.
"You should stay away from people like me," Dorian whispered.
"You should run."
Sol tried to look away.
Dorian caught his chin.
"But you don't run.
You open the door at midnight.
You let me in."
Sol's voice broke. "Because you'll break it down otherwise."
"Exactly," Dorian breathed against his lips.
"You know what I am."
Sol's heart thundered.
"Why me?" he whispered.
Dorian's eyes darkened to something hungry.
Something feral.
"Because you're warm," he murmured.
"And I'm cold.
And at night, when everything in me wakes up…
your warmth is the only thing that keeps me sane."
His fingers slid down Sol's arm slow, intentional, claiming.
"And when someone else touches what warms me?"
His voice dropped.
"I lose my mind."
Sol shivered.
"You're jealous," he whispered.
Dorian smiled a slow, dangerous curl of lips.
"No, Sol."
He leaned in, breath brushing Sol's mouth.
"I'm obsessed."
Sol's knees nearly buckled.
Dorian's hand moved to Sol's waist, pulling him closer with a grip that said he wasn't asking permission.
Then Dorian's lips touched his jaw barely a brush~
and Sol gasped.
"You feel that?" Dorian murmured.
"That's me holding back."
Sol's breath hitched. "Why hold back?"
Dorian's eyes snapped to his.
For the first time tonight, he looked unsteady.
Ragged.
Desperate.
"Because once I start…"
His forehead pressed to Sol's.
"I might not stop."
The air thickened tense, hot, electric.
Sol whispered, "Then don't start."
Dorian froze.
Then slowly, like something inside him finally broke-
he grabbed Sol's wrist, tugging him toward the bedroom.
Sol stumbled after him, pulse racing out of control.
Dorian shut the door behind them with a soft, final click.
"Last warning," he said, voice deeper than Sol had ever heard.
"If you stay… I'm not letting you go until morning."
Sol didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
Didn't leave.
Dorian stepped close, fingers brushing Sol's waist, his voice low:
"Good," he whispered.
"Then this is where the soft version ends."
Sol's heartbeat crashed in his chest.
Dorian's lips hovered over his.
Not touching.
Just promising.
"If you want what happens next…"
His mouth brushed Sol's ear.
"…you'll have to follow me past the point of no return."
He pulled Sol closer--slow, deliberate, possessive.
"Full scene," he murmured,
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