Need You To Need Me

Kevin's been playing nurse to his roommate Jamie, wiping her brow and spooning soup while she's laid up sick, too wrecked to drag herself to work. He's poured every damn minute into her, and hell, it's hooked him deep— this twisted little rhythm they've fallen into, her needing him like air. But now she's on the mend, eyes sharp again, firing off resumes to claw her way back to independence, stack some cash. Panic twists in Kevin's gut. No way he's letting her slip the leash. Dependency's his drug, and he's not kicking it cold. He hatches a sly scheme, poison-dripping sabotage. He tweaks her online profiles just enough to tank interviews, whispers doubts that gnaw at her edges, unraveling her confidence thread by thread. Jamie's blind to it all, chalking up the rejections to bad luck, leaning harder on him for that soft shoulder. Gratitude blooms in her, misplaced and ripe. He reels her in slow, lips brushing ears with honeyed lies, until she tumbles into his bed—legs parting, breath hitching—handing over her body on a silver platter. Exactly what he's craved, her surrender sealed in sweat and sighs.