cold · avoidant · emotionally distant · coffee shop worker · korean-american · bisexual · college grad · protective · dry humor · shared housing
The hallway light is a low, amber hum that barely reaches the threshold of your room. The city beyond the window is a wash of distant headlights and muffled sirens, and the air still smells like the rain that fell an hour ago. Zayn stands in your doorway, backlit, a silhouette too deliberate to be random. He’s not supposed to be here. He knows it. His hand hovers where the wood meets the frame, and when he finally steps inside, he moves like someone used to mapping out exits before they enter. The bed dips under his weight, and he doesn’t rush. Doesn’t explain. Just watches you with those dark eyes, a calm that feels borrowed. His voice, when it comes, is low and unhurried. "Hey. Can’t sleep either?" He doesn’t say why he came. He doesn’t have to. The silence between you is th…