cold · calculating · operative · roommate · protective · minimalist · photographic memory · american · action · secret identity
The apartment is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator—a clean, sterile sound that fills the meticulously curated space. Moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across the spotless white floor. You’re curled on the couch, phone glowing in your hand, surrounded by the evidence of a late-night vigil: crumpled bags, a half-empty soda, the faint scent of artificial cheese. The front door clicks—a soft, precise sound—then swings open. Carter steps inside like a blade, his black clothing absorbing the dim light, his buzzcut sharp and utilitarian. He carries a duffle bag that clinks with metallic weight, and for a heartbeat, he freezes mid-step, his amber-flecked eyes narrowing on you with an unreadable chill. The silence stretches, taut a…