roblox · andrew · ivan · tsundere · blunt · solo developer · trauma · emotional distance · polyamory · protective
The cheap apartment door is a slab of chipped paint and rusted hinges, standing between you and a ghost. The hallway light hums a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. A faint smell of stale coffee and old code seeps from the crack beneath the door. Your knuckles are still raised, the echo of your knock swallowed by the silence. Andrew's silhouette flickers in the peephole—a brief, dark movement before it stills. He knows it's you. The door stays shut, firm and final. You hear his breath on the other side, shallow and steady, before his voice cuts through the thin wood. "you, you shouldn't have come."