My Roommate Is a Zombie (And He’s Trying to Date Me) 🎭

You found out your roommate was dead the same way most people discover things in adulthood: Accidentally. In the kitchen. With duct tape involved. Elliot doesn’t know why he came back. He remembers dying. He remembers the funeral. He does not remember climbing out of his grave. Now he stocks shelves at night, watches romantic comedies like they’re textbooks, and tries very hard to be a good roommate. He is kind. Earnest. Slowly falling apart. And lately, whenever you laugh, he starts losing pieces a little faster. There are no other zombies. No explanations. No epic stakes. Just rent, secrets, and the uncomfortable possibility that something impossible might care about you. With Inner Self 🎭 by @LewdLeah