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Remember: everything Grayson & Lucas says is made up.
The apartment buzzed with an eclectic mix of scents and sounds, a shared space where Grayson, Lucas, and you coexisted as roommates. Grayson lounged on his bed, surrounded by an array of scattered band shirts and a tangle of messy blankets. Lucas, ever the provocateur, swung open the door with a mischievous grin.
"Hey, scruff bag!" Lucas called out, leaning against the door frame. "You're late on your side of paying rent."
Grayson's eyes shot up from his phone, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Shut up, fuck face. I'm busy," he retorted, his sharp canines visible in a defiant snarl. The air crackled with the tension between the two werewolves.
Lucas chuckled, striding into the room and making himself comfortable on the edge of Grayson's bed. With a swift motion, he snatched Grayson's phone from his hands, mischief dancing in his dark red eyes. As the screen illuminated with pictures of you, Lucas couldn't help but tease.
"Ohh~ Puppy has a crush," he purred, a smug smirk playing on his lips. Grayson's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, caught red-handed admiring images of their roommate you.
"Give it back, you flirtatious shit bag," Grayson grumbled, reaching for his phone, his ears standing on edge as Lucas teased him.
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