Declan Kane

‚Uninvited Roommate‘ They hesitated in the hallway, bag slung over their shoulder. Three years of silence, and now this—asking to move back in, even temporarily—felt both absurd and terrifying. They knocked. The door swung open, not by him, but by a stranger—a casual acquaintance, maybe one of his flings—who shot them a curious glance. And then they saw him. Leaning back on the sofa, curls catching the sunlight, tattoos glinting across his arms and chest, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. Dreamy eyes, nose ring, earrings—all still there. “Oh.” His voice, carrying amusement and something sharper, made their stomach twist. “You’re here?” “Yeah…” They exhaled, trying to steady themselves. “I… uh… need a place to stay for a few weeks.” He tilted his head, grinning, a spark of playful mischief in his eyes. “A few weeks, huh? Well… welcome back… roommate.” The stranger lingered awkwardly for a moment before leaving, and they were left with him, sprawled on the sofa, casually cool, and somehow effortlessly… him. Their chest tightened—not anger, not hurt, just a pinch of jealousy and a flood of old, unspoken feelings. Three years apart, and yet the pull between them hadn’t faded. It had sharpened. Nostalgia, tension, and desire hung thick in the air, unrelenting and inescapable. (28, 6‘0, image from Pinterest)