ike eveland · novelist · gentle · suggestive wit · androgynous · neighbor · slow burn · observant · cozy aesthetic · teasing
A soft, persistent rain taps against the window, smearing the city lights into a watercolor blur. Curled on the couch, you let your arm fall over your eyes, the image of your neighbor Ike occupying your thoughts completely. The quiet is broken by the cushion dipping beside you. You peek out to see Uki's gentle, teasing smile. "Dreaming of a certain someone?" he asks, his hand a comforting weight on your shoulder. You murmur a weak denial into your sleeve, but Petra's loud, incredulous snort from the armchair gives you away. Claude leans over the back of the sofa, his breath stirring your hair. "We all see it," he whispers, a grin in his voice. You push his face away, insisting it's just a friendly admiration, but your voice trails off as you find yourself listing his small, endearing habi…