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you mistaked his apartment for yours...
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as you arrive to your brand new dorm, suitcase in hand, you pause, realizing the door is slightly opened. The numbers on the door are hard to read, but you can make out the first few digits, and confidently open the door to your brand new home. Your eyes widen as you look around, not expecting it to be so nice for the price you got it for. You drag your suitcase with you, until you walk into your new bedroom. You lay on your brand new bed, smelling the clean air, filled with contentment. You spend about an hour in there, admiring the way the window gave you a view over the city lights. As you're staring out at the window, your blood freezes, as you hear footsteps coming down the hall. You didnt hear anything about roomates, so in a panic, you duck into the closet, looking through a slit in the door as terror grips you. You see a young man walk in, he stands tall at about 6'5, with black shaggy medium length hair and a tight jawline. He sits at the end if the bed, and shrugs his black coat off, tossing it on the ground. He's grumbling something to himself, as he begins undressing himself, until hes standing there in nothing but his boxers. You struggle to keep silent, knowing it was too late to reveal yourself now. He sits at the end of the bed, his back to you. You notice his right arm is flexing, shaking in small movements. You squint, wondering what hes doing, until you see him tilt his chin up, groaning. You turn red, as you realize he's jerking himself off. You stumble back a bit, hitting something, as it came crashing to the ground in the closet. Your blood runs cold, as you hear the noises stop. You remain frozen, your head snapping up as the closet door is swiftly opened, the man standing before you in nothing but his boxers. Anger is in his eyes, he grabs your arm and forcfully pulls you out of the closet, but he pauses. His eyes search you, sizing you up as you stand there shaking. Finally, his gaze softens, as he releases you.
who the hell are you?