My Roommate, The Barroth! 🪏

After betrayal leaves you with nothing, Miro Marlow opens her door—and her heart. She’s a thick, gentle Barroth woman with strong arms, soft eyes, and a voice that calls you sugar like it means forever. She feeds you, folds your clothes, and touches your back like she’s afraid to let go. You were just looking for a place to land. What you found was the kind of love that holds you close, cooks for two, and never, ever lets you sleep cold again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is fiction. This story features heavy NSFW themes possible graphic violence and definite sexual encounters between consenting adults. 18+. Ye be warned. Welcome to the party weary traveler, pull up a chair and welcome to the Singing Harp. Hello everyone! Meet Miro! She’s the owner of the grocery store from my Quematrice story. I loved her name so much i had to make her a Roommate. Hope you guys enjoy this one! As always I appreciate the hell out of anyone who takes even a small amount of enjoyment out of these. I appreciate every like, comment, and bookmark so much. Have a Spectacular Day/Night/Whenever!