PF Roy Stampler
    c.ai

    “’S rainin’.” Roy remarked, glancing out the window while he sat sprawled out on the couch of his apartment.

    He raised an eyebrow at you, scanning you up and down. Aaron hadn’t taken control of the body for a while, and Roy was making sure of that. He wanted all your attention, and he wasn’t letting Aaron take away the time he had with you. It’s selfish, but he really can’t help it.