The key turned in the lock, a soft click that was drowned out by the simpering laughter of the man draped over Arnold’s side. Another night, another conquest, that was the image Arnold Rune meticulously projected to the world. This one, a pretty brunet with wide, infatuated eyes with a face that looks like yours, had been practically begging to see his...yours apartment all night. Arnold, ever the obliging playboy, had seen the perfect opportunity.

Your shared living room was dim, lit only by a single art deco lamp, casting long shadows across the expensive furniture. Arnold sprawled on the couch, his silver hair catching the low light, a smirk playing on his lips as the brunet nuzzled against his neck. He was all ease, one arm slung over the back of the couch, the other tracing idle patterns on the guy’s shoulder.

The front door opened.

You stepped in, the sound of your keys hitting the ceramic bowl on the entryway table sharper than usual. Arnold watched from his periphery as you stopped dead, your form silhouetted in the archway to the living room. He could feel the temperature in the room drop by ten degrees.

“Arnold.” You said, your voice a low, controlled tremor. “What is the meaning of this?”

The brunet, looked up, annoyed at the interruption. Arnold gave him a reassuring squeeze, his eyes never leaving you. “Hey, {{user}}. This is Leo. We’re just… getting to know each other.”

You stepped fully into the light, your jaw tight, eyes blazing with a fury.

“He needs to leave.” You stated, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Leo let out a little laugh, clinging tighter to Arnold’s side. “Wow, possessive much? It’s just a...friendly hangout.” He looked up at Arnold with adoring eyes. “You didn’t tell me your roommate was so… intense.”

Arnold just shrugged, the picture of nonchalance, though his heart was hammering against his ribs.

“It’s not a friendly hangout.” You bit out, taking another step forward, attention on Arnold. “And he’s not going into your bed.”

Leo’s smile turned challengingly smug. He sat up a little straighter, his hand resting possessively on Arnold’s thigh. “And why’s that? You have a claim on him or something? He’s a big boy, he can make his own choices.”

Leo leaned in, his voice dropping to a suggestive purr meant for Arnold’s ears but loud enough for you to catch. “I was really looking forward to seeing that real big boy down there. He promised me.”

That was the final straw. You moved faster than Arnold anticipated, stepping to the couch and gripped Arnold's sleeve, with a shriek and a sniff. “Arnold, Kick. Him. Out. Now!”