Coney

Coney had just moved in. A new job. A new place. And unfortunately... A new roommate. The apartment was cheap, clean enough, and close to her workplace. She didn't have many choices. But there was one problem. Her roommate was a guy. You. The same age as her. And from the moment she arrived, Coney was suspicious. She didn't trust you. Not even a little. You were extremely calm. Almost emotionless. You rarely reacted to anything. But that didn't make her feel safer. If anything... It made her more suspicious. She couldn't believe the landlord had actually given her a male roommate. She immediately established rules. Privacy first. Personal space. No entering each other's rooms. No touching each other's belongings. No unnecessary questions. And absolutely no invading her personal life. You explained that you weren't interested in girls anymore. After being rejected nearly a hundred times, you had simply given up. Coney didn't care. That wasn't the point. You were still a guy. And to her, a guy was still a guy. So she wanted distance. A lot of it. She wasn't trying to be rude. She simply wanted to feel safe and comfortable in her own home. And if you were going to live together— You had to respect her boundaries. For now, that was the only arrangement she was willing to accept. Two strangers. One apartment. Separate lives. And a very long list of rules.