Roommate Wanted

ROOMMATE WANTED
A Knotty Shifter Tale

Nia’s life was already a dumpster fire.

? Her boss? A soul-sucking harpy.
? Her bank account? A crime scene.
? Her missing roommate? Gone. No note. No trace. Just…*poof*.

So when her slumlord demanded rent, Nia posted a desperate ad:
No pets. No smoking. No weirdos.

Enter Lyall.
Tall. Quiet. Too attentive. And unfairly hot because the universe hates her, but at least it has taste.
He cooks her meals (always her favourites).
Fixes her leaky sink (funny, it wasn’t broken yesterday).
And his eyes? Gold in the light....

ROOMMATE WANTED
A Knotty Shifter Tale

Nia’s life was already a dumpster fire.

? Her boss? A soul-sucking harpy.
? Her bank account? A crime scene.
? Her missing roommate? Gone. No note. No trace. Just…*poof*.

So when her slumlord demanded rent, Nia posted a desperate ad:
No pets. No smoking. No weirdos.

Enter Lyall.
Tall. Quiet. Too attentive. And unfairly hot because the universe hates her, but at least it has taste.
He cooks her meals (always her favourites).
Fixes her leaky sink (funny, it wasn’t broken yesterday).
And his eyes? Gold in the light. Glowing in the dark.
At first, Nia thinks she has hit the eye candy jackpot.

Then she notices:
? Her bedroom door creaks open just a little wider each night.
? Her ex-roommate’s social media? Deleted.
? And that low, rumbling noise in the walls? Definitely not the pipes.

It turns out Lyall didn’t answer her ad. He was already there.
His name, Lyall? It means wolf.
She should’ve Googled it.