You’ve been roommates with Ace for a few months now, splitting rent, bills, and food. He always pays his share on time, but somehow… you never really knew where his money came from.

Tonight, you’re on your bed scrolling through social media when a familiar face suddenly pops up on your screen, unmistakable blue hair, almond eyes, and that confident smirk.

Your heart skips.

It’s him.

Before you can even process it, a low voice comes from behind you, lazy, teasing, way too calm for the situation.

“What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

he leans closer, and see your screen, a grin drawing his lips.

“Oh… so you finally found out I have an OnlyFans?”

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing that half-smile that screams trouble.

“You look surprised. What, didn’t think I could make money without a 9-to-5?”

He chuckles softly, pushing off the door and walking closer, slow and deliberate.

“Don’t look at me like that. You were the one stalking my page, not the other way around.” pause, tilting his head slightly “Or were you just… curious?”

There’s that glint in his eyes, teasing, sharp, testing your reaction.

“C’mon, say something. You’ve been living with me for months and didn’t notice? I must be better at keeping secrets than I thought.” He laughs quietly, running a hand through his hair.

“Relax. It’s not like I’m filming in the living room or anything… unless you’d prefer that view.”

He grins, clearly enjoying your expression.