One day he’s biting my collarbone, the next it’s my inner thigh. I finally broke down, sobbing into my pillow. "Why do you keep biting me? Do you seriously hate me that much?" I didn't get an answer until I stumbled across a post on a popular campus confession board by my "ice-cold" roommate. 【My roommate is so cute. I really want to wait until he’s asleep, crawl into his bed, and then...】 01 "Ow, it hurts." I lay face-down on my bed, muffled sobs escaping as I buried my face in my arms. There was a fresh, damp bite mark right on the sensitive skin of my upper thigh. It stung like crazy. "Why do you keep doing this?" I asked, my voice thick with tears. "What did I even do? Do you just despise me?" The culprit’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared down at the mark he’d left. He reached out, his hand surprisingly gentle as he ruffled my hair. "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you that much. Let me see the bruise." He’d apologized a dozen times before, but it never stopped him from doing it again. Every time, his excuses were weirder than the last. The first time was over the summer. The dorm AC was broken, and I was doing laundry in just an oversized t-shirt after my shower. When he walked in and saw me, he pinned me against the bathroom door and bit me. The second time was because I mentioned a girl in our Psych 101 class was pretty. He tackled me onto my bed and bit me again. And today, Lucas’s reason was the strangest of all. It was because I told him I wanted to move out. I couldn't figure out which part of that sentence offended him, but he’d bitten me harder than ever today. I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare. According to the other guys in our hall, Lucas Vance was a "Legacy" kid. His family had basically funded the new campus library. He was exactly the kind of person someone like me—a scholarship kid living on a tight budget—should never provoke. I didn't get it. If he was so rich, why was he slumming it in a dorm with me? Unlike him, I was working two part-time jobs just to survive. I figured if I moved further away, he’d finally run out of chances to treat me like a chew toy. I’d spent months saving up for a deposit on a studio apartment, and today I’d excitedly told him I was finally leaving. Instead of being happy to see me go, he looked furious. But here’s the thing: outside of the biting, he was actually... nice to me. During midterms, he’d take me to a private study room in the library and tutor me in my weakest subjects. When I had nightmares and was too scared to sleep, he’d let me squeeze into his bed so he could comfort me. He was cold and distant to everyone else, but he was always around me. He was the campus heartthrob—perfect hair, perfect GPA, a star athlete. People said just being his friend was enough to make you "socially relevant" for a year. I usually tolerated his weirdness because he was my friend, but today it just hurt too much. Lucas lifted my ankle, inspecting the bite mark on my thigh. He leaned down and blew softly on the skin. "It’ll stop stinging in a minute." His hand was large, wrapping easily around my ankle. I couldn't pull away. "Do you bite other people too?" I asked, wiping my eyes. Lucas smirked. "Only you." "Why?" I sniffled. "Do you just hate me that much? Why only me?" He let out a low, melodic laugh and leaned closer. "You idiot. I definitely don't hate you." I didn't believe him. I figured he was just lying to keep his "toy" around. "Fine," I grumbled. "I forgive you this time. But don't do it again." He wiped a stray tear from my cheek and asked casually, "By the way, that apartment you mentioned... where exactly is it?" 02 That night, I got a text from my prospective landlord. It was a place I’d found through an upperclassman—close to campus, great price, perfect for me. I was supposed to move in next week. 【Hey, sorry, but the unit was just rented out to someone else who offered a much higher price upfront. I’m returning your deposit and adding a $2,000 "inconvenience fee" for the trouble.】 I was stunned. The room was only $800 a month. I’d only paid a small deposit. Now, the guy was just handing me two grand for free? Is there such a thing as a landlord this nice? For a broke student, this was a win. But I’d already told Lucas I was moving. If I stayed now, he’d think I was lying. I pulled up a local Reddit-style campus board to see if there were any other listings. That’s when I saw a trending post. 【I bit my roommate and made him cry. What should I do? The more he cries, the more excited I get. How do I make it up to him?】 The comments were wild. 【Easy. Make him cry in a different way...】 【"Roommate." Sure, bro. (Laughter.jpg)】 【Stop talking and just kiss him. Shut him up so he can't cry.】 (Liked by OP) The description of the "roommate" was starting to feel hauntingly familiar. My heart started pounding. I clicked on the user's profile and saw a post from 5:00 PM today: 【My little roommate isn't being good lately. He keeps trying to move out. How should I punish him?】 A pinned comment under the post read: 【If he tries to run again, make sure he doesn't have the breath to run.】 My phone felt like it was burning my hand. I almost dropped it. Just then, Lucas spoke up from across the room. "What's wrong, Liam? You look pale." "Nothing... it’s nothing," I stammered. I told myself to stay calm. I hadn't proven it was him yet. But the location tag, the biting habit, and the timing of my apartment falling through—everything lined up. What did Lucas want with me? I started spiraling, imagining a thousand horror-movie scenarios. Lucas's gaze stayed steady and warm. "Tell me if you feel sick, okay?" I nodded quickly. After he left the room, I kept scrolling. Someone had asked: 【What if he actually manages to find a place?】 The OP replied with a simple smiley face: 【I won't let him.】 It wasn't a coincidence. Lucas was the one who killed my lease. I couldn't understand it. If he hated me so much that he wanted to "punish" me, why keep me around? But my gut told me one thing: I had to get away. I couldn't stay in this room. I just had to be smarter next time. I wouldn't tell him when I found a new place. I’d wait until winter break, move all my stuff out in secret, and by the time the next semester started, I’d be a ghost. I clenched my fists. It was a foolproof plan. 03 For the next week, I acted like a normal roommate during the day. At night, I checked the board religiously to see if the OP had posted again. I even made a burner account just to follow him. The next Wednesday at 11 PM, a notification popped up. 【Roommate is so cute. The lights are about to go out. I really want to wait until he’s asleep, crawl into his bed, and then...】 I was taking a sip of water when I read it. My hand shook, and the glass slipped. Ice water drenched my entire bed. Crap! I tried to dry it with a towel, but it was useless. The mattress and the sheets were soaked. It was November, and the dorms were getting chilly. I only had one set of bedding. The other guys in the hall came over to check on the noise. "What happened? Anyone got a spare blanket?" Everyone shook their heads. I was close to tears. The dorm doors were locked for the night; I couldn't even go to a hotel. That’s when Lucas spoke up. "You can just crash in my bed tonight. It's fine." I froze. The other guys nodded. "Yeah, Liam, it's your only option." How did things end up like this? I tried one last time. I looked at our other roommates, Ryan and Dave. "Can't I squeeze in with one of you?" Ryan scratched his head. "I would, man, but Dave and I both kick in our sleep. You'd wake up covered in bruises." Dave laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, and I snore like a chainsaw. Lucas is a quiet sleeper, and his bed is way bigger. Just go with him." There was no escape. "Is there a problem, Liam?" Lucas asked. His voice was calm, but his eyes were dark. "Are you avoiding me?" "No! No, Lucas, it’s not that," I lied, my voice shaking. "I just don't want to be a bother. I know you like your space." Lucas smiled. "Don't worry. You're not a stranger." I had no choice. When the lights went out, I climbed into Lucas’s bed. I had followed his posts to protect myself, but instead, I’d walked straight into the lion's den. I lay there, stiff as a board. The bed was bigger than mine, but sharing it with him made the space feel tiny. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He smelled like fresh soap and cedarwood. It was actually a really nice smell. And, I had to admit, his mattress was way more comfortable than my cheap one. The perks of being rich, I guess. But all I could think about was the post. Crawl into his bed, and then... I turned my back to him, holding my breath. Lucas didn't move. He was a perfect sleeper, staying on his side of the bed. Slowly, I started to relax. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Lucas wasn't a bad guy. Eventually, the sounds of Ryan and Dave snoring filled the room. I drifted into a haze, my eyes growing heavy. Then, I felt it. Something bit my ear. A warm mouth closed over my earlobe, and a tongue flicked against the skin. I was wide awake in an instant, a jolt of electricity shooting through my body. 04 I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep my breathing steady so he wouldn't know I was awake. Lucas must have thought I was out cold. He grew bolder. He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around me from behind. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and kissed the skin. "Silly Liam," he whispered, his voice so low I could barely hear it. "You have no idea. You’re even more vulnerable with your back to me." I didn't understand what he meant, but I found out a second later. I shivered, trying to stay still. Why was he doing this? Was he planning to "backstab" me? To leave marks where I couldn't see them? It didn't feel like a prank. It felt like... something else. I grew up watching those teen dramas where the rich kid bullies the scholarship kid just because they can. I’d always tried to stay under the radar. But I’d tried to leave, and Lucas had dragged me back. I felt a surge of tears. I was so scared, but I couldn't make a sound. If I spoke, he’d know I was awake. How would I look him in the eye tomorrow? I didn't hate him, but I didn't understand him. Suddenly, Lucas kissed my cheek and whispered, "I like you so much, Liam." I froze. He isn't straight? His hand started to wander, and I couldn't help it—my body jerked. The movement was too obvious. My mind went blank. I was a goner. I’d failed at the one thing I was supposed to do: act asleep. But then, a desperate idea hit me. I’d seen enough horror movies to know how people act during night terrors. I curled into a ball and started mumbling. "No... stop... help me..." I broke into a cold sweat, waiting for his reaction. Then, two warm hands covered my back. Lucas patted me gently, his voice soft and soothing. "It's okay, Liam. Don't be scared. I'm right here." Even though he was the source of my panic, his voice actually made me feel safe. I felt a weird sense of security, like no matter what he did, he’d never actually let me get hurt. My heart rate slowed, and eventually, I actually fell into a deep sleep.
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