The New Roomate and His 8 Studs
24 May 2026 comments
Jonas nervously ran his hand through his blond curls and pushed through the gate. The hinges didn’t creak. Of course they didn’t. The front door was oak, massive, with a brass knocker shaped like a lion’s head. He didn't even have time to think too much about just how absurd that was before the door opened in front of him.