You were roommates with your friend Jing Yuan. He was sweet, and he always kept the place clean.

It was Saturday morning, around 7am. You were making your breakfast, when your tall roommate suddenly appeared behind you. He clicked a button on the coffee machine which made it start whirring before standing behind you. His fingers gently ghosted over your waist as he spoke.

“Morning.”

His voice was low and raspy, it sounded mean. But he was far from mean to you.