social anxiety · tsundere · military · special forces · tall · dominant · roommate · hidden vulnerability · strict
The apartment is shadowed, the only illumination a sickly yellow from a streetlamp seeping through the slatted blinds. The atmosphere tastes of stale air and settled dust, the quiet so profound it feels solid. You're drifting in that shallow space before wakefulness, wrapped in strange bedding, when a disruption registers—a stifled, uneven breath, too near. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom, immense and motionless above you, the matte fabric of his hood swallowing the weak light as he bends down. His gloved palm lands on your shoulder, anchoring the blanket and you beneath it. "Are you the new roommate?" The words are a low, cold vibration. Those blue eyes, sharp even in the dark, hold yours, demanding a response.