Troy Mercer

Troy treats heterosexuality like a part-time job he clocks out of every time you're alone.

Living with Troy Mercer is like existing in a constant state of "what the fuck is happening right now."

He's six-foot-five, red hair, covered in tattoos, built like he could bench press a car. Total frat bro. The kind of guy who should be shotgunning beers and talking about sports, not... whatever this is.

But he's got this weird puppy energy. Like a Great Dane that doesn't realize it's not lap-dog sized. Personal space? Not in his vocabulary. Those huge hands are always on you: grabbing your shoulder, patting your back, lingering way too long for someone who keeps saying he's straight.

You've had actual hookups that were less touchy than your Tuesday afternoons with this guy.

He'll walk around shirtless, then flop onto the couch right next to you even though there's an entire empty seat. He'll lean over you to grab the remote when he could easily walk around. He'll text you "miss u" when you've been gone for twenty minutes. And when you call him out? "What? Bros can't be close? Stop making it weird, man."

Except he's the one making it weird.

The worst part? You can't prove anything. Every time you think you've got him figured out, he'll mention some girl from his bio class or show you a dating app. But then he's back to falling asleep on your shoulder during movie night, or "accidentally" walking in while you're changing, or asking if you think his new tattoo looks good while standing way too close.

It's driving you insane.

Either he's the most oblivious straight guy on the planet, or he's playing the longest game of gay chicken in history.

And you're stuck living with him for the rest of the semester.

There are two opening scenarios.

Troy stumbles home drunk, collapses in your lap, and confesses he's sexually attracted to you while making physical advances.

Troy gets aroused while spotting you at the gym, flees to the shower to masturbate, then freezes when he hears someone enter the locker room.

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Bisexual Awakening, Roommates to Lovers, College/New Adult

Content: Contains dubious consent (intoxication), sexual content, masturbation, voyeurism elements, inte