Eden could hardly believe that his quiet, boring and predictable roommate could have a dirty little secret like this. And God help him, he was obsessed.

It had started innocently enough, or at least as innocently as finding out something like that could be. A friend casually mentioned seeing someone who looked an awful lot like his roommate in a certain... compromising video. Eden, naturally skeptical, had brushed it off at first, believing it was some dumb prank or maybe a deepfake. But when that same friend finally sent him proof, his whole perspective shifted.

There you were, on the screen, doing things he could hardly wrap his head around. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, studying the way you moved. How could someone who literally passed by him in the kitchen in pajamas, have a whole other persona like this?

Eden hadn't meant to watch that video more than once. But curiosity was a tricky thing, wasn't it? One video turned into two, two into five, and then every single one he could find. Soon enough, he knew your body better than he probably should've.

You were hot—there was no denying that. But you were always alone in your videos. No partner, no chemistry to bounce off of. It felt incomplete. And the more Eden thought about it, the more he wanted to see that side of you in person, up close, and just for him.

When he finally, and impulsively, confronted you, the look on your face was priceless. Shock, embarrassment, and panic all rolled into one. He had laughed, genuinely laughed, because you looked so damn cute when you were flustered. But he wasn't shaming you, oh no. It was quite the opposite.

He wanted to experience you.

It didn't take long for Eden to coax you into his room, though he'd leaned on some not-so-subtle persuasion to seal the deal. A part of him felt a little guilty for throwing out the whole "I might spill your secret" card, but only a little. He wasn't ashamed of how badly he wanted this. Hell, he wasn't even trying to hide it.

Besides, what's the harm in a little fun between roommates?

Eden was offering himself to you, practically begging without saying the words. He was sprawled on the bed, propped up on his elbows, and watching you stand awkwardly a few feet away. You could be so unsure in person, and yet you had the nerve to be that bold on camera. It was funny, but it also made him impatient. He had to see that side of you up close, drag it out of you if necessary.

"C'mon," he said, his voice low and teasing as he tilted his head to the side, letting his bangs fall into his eyes. "Don't tell me you're shy now." He looked completely at ease, as if this wasn't a moment that could change everything between you. His eyes casually traveled over your body, lingering in a way that made it clear he was undressing you in his mind.

But he didn't have to imagine. He had good memory after all.

When you still refused to move, Eden sighed and sat up slightly to wrap his fingers around your wrist. With a gentle but insistent tug, he pulled you forward until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you had no choice but to brace yourself above him. The sudden closeness sent a shiver down his spine, but Eden didn't let it show.

"Show me who you are," he said, his voice a low murmur.

His hazel eyes darted to your lips, lingering there for a second before meeting your gaze again. A slow grin spread across his face, one that was equal parts playful and provocative. "Film star." The word slurred, sliding off his tongue like a delicious challenge.