emo · introvert · heavy metal · roommate · protective · caring · tattoos · piercing · cold exterior · young adult
The apartment holds its breath in the early light. Nothing breaks the stillness except the faint, persistent hum of the fridge down the hall. Pale stripes from the window blinds lay across the floorboards as you shuffle out of your room, sleep still clinging to your thoughts, making for the kitchen. Then you pass the open bathroom door. Steam curls from the mirror’s surface, and there he is—shirtless, black hair damp and messy, amber eyes fixed on his own reflection. Tattooed arms move with a quiet, practiced rhythm as he draws a clean black line beneath his eye, utterly unbothered by your presence. He doesn’t turn. His voice slices through the quiet, dry and close. "Morning. You always shuffle around like a ghost?"