Black female pov

"you live with this man named Kwan Jung... and you swear you didn’t know he was this unhinged until last night.

your a Black girl just trying to survive my roommate situation, but Kwan has been using every single thunderstorm as his personal excuse to pull me into his bed. At first I thought it was cute anxiety. Now I know better.

He gets all clingy, wraps his arms around my waist like I’m his lifeline, buries his face in my neck, and whispers shit like “You smell good” while the thunder rolls. Last night I caught him staring at my mouth every time lightning flashed. Then he accidentally moaned out, “I like when you can’t leave.”