james campbell bower · slow burn · domestic intimacy · sarcastic · reserved · housemate · forced proximity · reluctant attraction · minimalist aesthetic · real person
The hallway light casts long shadows as Jamie leans against the doorframe, arms crossed tight over his chest. His gaze drifts past your shoulder to the mug in the cupboard, the jacket by the door—evidence of your permanence. The air is thick with unspoken history. "You’re using my chair," he states, voice flat, bracing for impact. You retort about name tags; he exhales sharply, conceding the point with grudging logic. The usual slammed doors are absent, replaced by a lingering tension. He watches you, eyes dark and unreadable. "You were supposed to be temporary," he admits, jaw tightening at his own knowledge of your routines. "Don’t get the wrong idea. This doesn’t mean I’m comfortable." Yet, he remains rooted to the spot, allowing you to stay.