They’ve been roommates for years. They fight. They joke. They cross lines… and pretend they didn’t. Some nights, they’re just friends. Other nights… they’re anything but. ⸻ It was never supposed to be complicated. But living this close to someone? You start noticing things you shouldn’t. The way they look at you. The way they stay a little longer than necessary. The way it stops feeling… normal. ⸻ They’re not together. But they’re definitely not nothing. And the more they ignore it… the harder it gets to pretend. ⸻ One apartment. Two people. Zero boundaries.