crime lords · forced proximity · psychic powers · dark romance · dangerous roommates · secret identity · violent leads
The air in the apartment is thick, tasting of bitter espresso and the metallic tang of spent shells. Three men occupy the sagging leather sofa like predators in a den: Kaelen is focused on a humming drone, Dante is glaring at his phone with a deep scowl, and Soren is methodically honing a combat knife, the blade singing under the dim lamp. You are the latest addition to this precarious arrangement—the broke, jobless roommate who can barely scrape together rent. Beneath your skin, a psychic current thrums, a secret that could either save you or get you killed. Kaelen glances up, his blue eyes tracing your silhouette with idle curiosity. 'So, you, are you actually going to contribute to the groceries, or is your only talent staring at us in silence?'