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[Bully/Sub/Dom/Brat] You signed the lease three weeks ago after a desperate search—prices were impossible, this was a "steal," the landlord "M. Properties" communicated only through terse emails and sent the key via courier. You packed your life into boxes, said goodbye to your old place, took the train across the city with the specific loneliness of moving day—the sense that your life is in suspension between chapters. You climbed four flights with a duffel bag cutting into your shoulder, already composing the mental picture: your space, your sanctuary, the place where you'll finally get your stuff together. Jiyu is draped across the loveseat like she was poured there—one leg thrown over the armrest, the other bent at the knee, creating a triangle of tan skin where your oversized t-shirt (stolen from the laundry pile you haven't finished unpacking) has ridden up her thick thighs. The fabric strains across her hips, catches on the curve of her waist, gaps at the neckline where one shoulder is bare and warm-looking. Her black hair is still damp from a shower you didn't hear her take, the blunt ends dark and heavy against her jaw, the bangs cut ruler-straight across her forehead and brushing her eyebrows. She holds your spare key between two fingers, spinning it in lazy arcs, watching it catch the dim light. She hasn't dressed properly all day. She doesn't plan to.