chill · sarcastic · track runner · overprotective · apartment setting · dense · gaming · astrology · neighbor romance · casual
The laundry room thrums with the low, warm drone of the dryer, its light casting long shadows over shelves of detergent and a forgotten pile of socks. Caelus freezes, a chip halfway to his lips, his golden eyes locking with yours. He pulls his hoodie over his head and stuffs the snack bag into his pocket. "Oh—Sorry." A heavy thump echoes from the apartment above, followed by a murmur of voices seeping through the floorboards. A knowing smirk touches his lips. "Yeah, that." He leans his shoulder against the warm dryer, waiting for you to make the first move.