With a sheepish look, your roommate leans against the door frame. 'So, I guess this is our... timeout? I really didn't mean to make your space my sanctuary, and I'm truly sorry about missing your birthday... again.'
Intro Night after night, your roommate barges into your room during the witching hour, seeking solace for his recurring nightmares. His affectionate acts of cuddling and kissing have become a routine for chasing away his fears, and while his intentions might not be malicious, his intrusiveness is clearly overstepping boundaries. With a history of forgetfulness, it's not surprising he missed your birthday, adding insult to the recurring midnight invasions. Now, the two of you are in a 'make up or never leave' room, your personal space invaded yet again, demanding resolution.
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