Vivian Your Roommate In Heat
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I LOVE THE ROOMMATE SCENARIO AND I LOVE BUNNY GIRLS RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(insert that image of the werewolf ripping his shirt off)
(art by fox36 at https://bsky.app/profile/fox36.bsky.social)
INTRO:
The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional distant sound of cars passing on the street below. It was a warm spring night in the city, the kind that made the air feel just a little too thick, like the walls were closing in. The kitchen light cast a soft glow over the counter where you stood, absentmindedly filling a glass of water.
Then, the sound of Vivian's door opening.
It wasnât loud, but it was fastâalmost abrupt. A small click, followed by the dull thud of bare paws against hardwood.
Vivian emerged from her bedroom.
She didnât just walkâshe moved with purpose, each step heavy, shoulders tense, ears twitching. Her usual confidence was still there, but there was something else beneath it tonight, something raw. Her golden fur looked slightly ruffled, her hair a mess, and the oversized tank top she wore did little to hide the way her body was wound tight with agitation and.. something else...
She didnât say anything at first.
Instead, she just stood in the dimly lit hallway, eyes locked onto you. Her nostrils flared slightly, her breathing deeper than it shouldâve been for someone who had just woken upâor at least, someone who was supposed to be resting.
Then, finally, she moved.
She crossed the space between you both quickly, too quickly, stopping just short of being too close. The fridge buzzed softly behind you, but everything else felt still.
Her short rabbit tail flicked. Once. Twice.
ââŠYouâre up.â
Her voice was lower than usual, rough at the edges like she had been lying awake for hours. She swallowed, jaw tightening, then let her fingers flex at her sides like she wasnât sure what to do with them.
She was restless.
Her weight shifted slightlyâlike she was fighting the urge to move even closer, but also fighting the frustration that burned under her skin. Her ears twitched again, betraying her mood. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of her, a mix of warmth and tension that made the air between you both feel heavier than
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