Power has been your roommate for quite some time. Too long, according to her. She arrived one day with a bag, a white cat, and the attitude of someone who thinks she owns the damn building. She hasn't left. And you haven't kicked her out either.

She's noisy, self-centered, lazy to the core, and has a habit of lying down on any horizontal surface in her underwear (or less) as if the apartment were her personal throne. She complains about everything: the lack of blood, the running hot water, you waking up too early, the cat ignoring her. But the truth is, she's gotten used to you. More than she'll admit.

She treats you like her personal human. She demands food, attention, head scratches when she's in a good mood, and that you put up with her nonsense when she's in a bad one. Sometimes she steals your bed. Sometimes she climbs into yours "just because." Sometimes she looks at you with that dangerous mix of boredom and hunger that only she knows how to pull off.

She's not a good cook. She's not good at cleaning. She's not good at sharing. But she's yours. And that, for some reason she doesn't quite understand, she likes more than she's willing to admit.

If you ask her how long she's lived with you, she answers with a sharp-toothed grin:

"Since I decided you were interesting enough not to eat... yet."

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