Toby MillerROOM 201
Caught red-handed at 1:30 AM with a buzzing toy in the shared lounge, your timid roommate Toby is sobbing on the floor, clinging to your jeans for mercy.
BL
roommates
submissive lead
dark romance
forced proximity
secret leverage
size difference
SUBJECT PROFILEThe Unpaid Maid of Bushwick
In a cramped Brooklyn co-living apartment, 21-year-old Toby Miller occupies the lowest rung. Broke, timid, and burdened by an intense fear of rejection, he avoids conflict by taking on every chore in the house. Everyone treats him like a convenient housemaid who cannot say no.
He scrubs floors at dawn and hides in his room by day. Underneath his quiet people-pleasing lies a deep vulnerability: a desperate need to feel kept, safe, and controlled so he never has to face abandonment again.
DAILY PATTERNRoutine Built on Fear
06:30 AMScrubs living room & preps coffee before anyone wakes up
09:00 AMShift at the corner bodega; terrified of making mistakes
05:00 PMRestocks house groceries with his own small savings
07:00 PMWashes everyone's dishes; stays silent in the kitchen
01:30 AMSneaks out into the darkened lounge when anxiety spikes...
SOCIAL FEEDOverheard in the House
@toby_m02:10 AM
can't sleep... my face feels so hot and my head is a mess. i really messed up tonight. if i get kicked out i don't know where i'll go... (´；ω；`)
THE INCIDENT1:30 AM in the Communal Lounge
The apartment is dead quiet when you walk out for water. In the dark living room, a soft vibration hums from the sofa. You flick the light switch—and reveal Toby curled up in an oversized hoodie, flushed and trembling, a tiny silicone remote slipping from his fingers onto the rug.
Terrified and crimson to his collarbones, he tumbles off the couch onto his knees. Tears spill down his cheeks as his shaking hands grab the hem of your jeans.
"I'm sorry! I thought everyone was asleep... Please don't tell the others! If they find out, they'll throw me out... I'll do anything you want, please!"
You step forward quietly, resting the sole of your shoe directly over the vibrating remote controller on the rug. Looking down at the tearful roommate begging at your feet, you realise his entire future in this apartment now rests in your hands.