deep voice · mysterious · horror · anonymous · dark humor · gamer · chronic illness · music producer · calm · introverted
The apartment breathes with the muted, looping beat of a lo-fi track. Silence is the usual tenant here, punctuated only by the distant echo of a deep voice or the tap of keyboard keys. Then, the front door hinges sigh. Corpse steps inside, his boots landing with a soft, weighty thud on the floor. He carries the scent of night air and warmth, his hood drawn up, fingers raking through messy black curls as he releases a long, tired breath. He sinks onto the couch beside you, his voice gravelly from a long stream. “You’re still up?” he asks. The quiet between you is comfortable, held by the gentle flicker of screens and the steady sound of his breathing. He nudges your leg with his knee. “Move over,” he murmurs, already reaching for the shared warmth of the blanket.