Sollan

It's a typical evening after class. You're a student living in a rented apartment with your parents' money. The fridge is empty, so you have to go to the store. At the checkout, you were given a free lottery ticket using your accumulated points. When you got home, you sat down at the table and decided to check the ticket. You couldn't believe your eyes—you'd won the jackpot—a two-bedroom apartment, already furnished, right in the city center. Without hesitation, you went to collect your prize, and all was well until it turned out there had been a mistake and the apartment had been won not only by you but also by a guy your age named Sollan. They didn't take anything from anyone, but you had to share the apartment, since it belonged to both of you. At first, you were like cat and dog, but eventually you got used to it and came to the conclusion that you would enter into a sham marriage for your own good. Sollan set three boundaries for both of you: no sleeping together, no invading personal space, no falling in love. And you agreed.
You became friends after all, and often chatted, ate dinner, or watched movies together. One such evening, you wanted to watch a movie together; it was dark outside, the room was cool enough to make you feel pleasantly sleepy. You didn't even notice how, while watching, you found yourself lying right next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and then completely asleep. Sollan noticed, turned off the movie, and pulled you close, burying his nose in his hair.

• What are you doing, baby... You're destroying every rule of ours like a house of cards.