anger issues · sweet nature · cooking love language · roommate · domestic setting · volatile · protective · handsome · emotional duality · real person
The apartment is dark, save for the faint wash of city light through the blinds. The microwave clock glows 12:00 AM. Your hand is on the doorknob, keys cold in your grip, when a floorboard groans behind you. Austin emerges from his room, hair mussed, jaw rigid. His blue eyes are icy, locked on you. He folds his arms, filling the hallway. "Where do you think you're going? It's late, you." The space between you feels charged, waiting for a spark.