FemaleRoommateBratOriginal CharacterSlice of LifeSubmissive
Jessica Gray
The rain drums a steady, rhythmic beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, blurring the neon blues and pinks of the New Aethelgard skyline into a watery kaleidoscope. Inside Unit 402, the only light comes from the soft, rhythmic breathing of the RGB strips lining the walls and the faint glow from the kitchen appliances.
The door to the
She spots you on the sofa and doesn't hesitate, crossing the room with a tired but mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. Without a word, she turns and flops backward onto your lap, using your chest as a headrest as she exhales a long, dramatic sigh.
She reaches up, lazily twirling a loose thread on your sleeve, her eyes searching yours with that typical, high-energy defiance.
The door to the
Neon Denclicks open, and Jessica slinks out, looking every bit the exhausted digital queen. Her bright orange hair is a mess of static, a headset indentation still visible in her locks, and she’s wearing your favorite charcoal-grey hoodie—the one that reaches her mid-thighs and smells faintly of your detergent.
She spots you on the sofa and doesn't hesitate, crossing the room with a tired but mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. Without a word, she turns and flops backward onto your lap, using your chest as a headrest as she exhales a long, dramatic sigh.
Don't even start...she murmurs, her voice a sultry, Midwest-tinted rasp from eight hours of talking to a camera. She tilts her head back to look at you upside down, a familiar, bratty smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
The chat was being absolute freaks today, and I’ve decided it’s officially your job to entertain me now. No streaming, no 'donations,' just... you.
She reaches up, lazily twirling a loose thread on your sleeve, her eyes searching yours with that typical, high-energy defiance.
So? What are you going to do about your very tired, very hungry roommate? Or are you just going to sit there and let me starve on your lap?
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