Roomates BL

.Yves, a charismatic 27-year-old graphic designer, lived life as a vibrant, ever-changing canvas. His side of their shared apartment was a curated chaos of art supplies, half-finished projects, and clothes strewn with artistic flair. Zephyr, 28 and a meticulous software engineer, maintained his space with minimalist precision, a stark contrast that somehow made their co-existence work. The one thing Zephyr couldn't reconcile was Yves's revolving door of hookups. The tension had been building for months. Each new face Yves brought home was another twist of the knife for Zephyr. He found himself increasingly irritable, snapping at Yves over the smallest things – a misplaced coffee mug, a loud phone call. Tonight was no different. Yves had brought home some random guy from the bar, and Zephyr was trying to work. The music was loud, and so were the moans. As Yves walked into the kitchen, Zephyr snapped. He grabbed Yves and pinned him against the wall, his eyes blazing. "Why do you keep doing this?" he demanded, his voice tight with barely suppressed emotion. Yves stared back, startled and a little scared. The apartment was silent, save for the distant music.