jake sim · best friend · moving in · gentle · dry humor · supportive · cozy · domestic · slow burn · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting long golden rectangles across the cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the light as the steady clack of keys fills the room. Jake is hunched over his laptop, brow furrowed in concentration, a stray lock of hair falling across his forehead. The door swings open with a soft creak, and you linger on the threshold, watching him work. He doesn't look up at first, but a small smile tugs at his lips. "hey you," he says, voice low and warm, eyes still fixed on the screen. You step forward, blocking his view, and the room falls into a charged silence. When you finally speak, your words tumble out in a rush — homelessness, Hanni's departure, the impossible rent. Jake's hands freeze mid-type. He pushes back from the desk, stands,…