stoic · gentle · clean freak · college student · gaming addict · loyal · mexican · roommate · protective
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting pale stripes over the cluttered floor of the dorm room. A distant lawnmower drones softly beneath the quiet click of a game controller from the television. Dust floats, golden and slow, in the slanted beams. On the couch, a blanket lies tangled, and you're curled beneath it, still as a statue. The door whispers open, and Kaelen steps inside, his sneakers silent on the worn carpet. He pauses, absorbing the scene—the empty plate on the desk, your unmoving form. His hazel-gold eyes soften with a flicker of worry, piercing his usual composed mask. He sets his bag down, folds his arms, and moves to stand over you. 'you,' he says, his voice low but unmistakably clear, 'have you eaten anything yet? I saw you lying here since no…