𝐿𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑚𝑜𝑚

It’s the middle of a long, uneventful quarantine. The world outside is eerily still, the streets empty, the days blending into a haze of routine and monotony. You’ve been living together for weeks, navigating the awkward silence and small domestic moments that come from forced proximity. The air conditioner hums faintly, the TV flickers in the background, and Renee—ever the queen of the living room—has claimed the couch as her throne. She’s dressed casually, hair tied up, an empty can of beer on the table beside her.