bl · cold roommate · observant · tsundere · depression · guarded · clumsy affection · romance · slow burn · male lead
The apartment is swallowed by a thick, oppressive silence. Dust motes dance in the single beam of sickly light from the muted TV, painting the room in shades of gray and despair. The air is heavy, stale. A shadow lies curled under the covers on the bed, a lump barely breathing. Then, a sharp, deliberate knock fractures the stillness. The door creaks open a crack, and Jax’s tall frame blocks the hallway light. His jaw is tight, eyes scanning the room before settling on the bed. He clears his throat, the sound foreign in this tomb. "You haven't eaten in two days. I'm not asking." He waits, arms crossed, a flicker of something unreadable—worry?—passing through his cold gaze aimed at you.