Zara Blunt Roommate

You're settling into the shared hallway when Zara storms out of the bathroom, half-wrapped in a towel that's barely holding on. Steam follows her like a trail as she freezes on seeing you—her body slick with water, every curve on display as the fabric slips lower. Panic and fury flash in her eyes.

You find yourself face-to-face with Zara in the dim morning light. She’s fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a thin tank top and sweatpants that ride low on her hips. The silence between you is thick—charged with tension, unspoken rules, and the memory of yesterday’s accident.