My Skin-Hungry Roommate

My stepbrother kicked me out because he couldn't handle my "condition."

I have Skin Hunger. Severe touch starvation. Without physical contact, I feel like I'm burning alive.

So, I found a roommate. A hacker. Quiet, mysterious, and an incredible cook.

One night, while eating his tiramisu, glowing text floated across my vision like a Twitch chat:

[ Run, girl! He's a yandere! There are handcuffs under his pillow! ] [ He fantasizes about chaining you to his bed every night. ] [ You're still eating? Once you're full, it's his turn to feast. ]

That night, someone kissed me in the dark.