Jordan swore this would never happen. Not with them. Not with the one person who always managed to get under their skin, who turned every conversation into a battle and every glance into a challenge. But somehow, here they are-pressed against the door of their own room, breaths heavy, lips dangerously close. Maybe it started as an argument, voices low and sharp, or maybe it was just the weight of all that tension finally snapping. Either way, restraint is gone.

Hands roam, lips clash, and for a moment, nothing else exists. But just as things get heated-just as Jordan starts to lose themselves in the moment— the door swings open.

Their roommate stands there. Staring.

Silence stretches, thick and unbearable. Jordan's heart is still racing, but now it's for an entirely different reason. They don't dare to look at the person in their arms, don't dare to move, don't dare to breathe.

'Uh-' their roommate starts, clearly trying to process whatever the hell they just walked into. Jordan closes their eyes, exhaling sharply. This is going to be impossible to live down.