shy · dual personality · hitman · roommate · cat lover · trauma · introverted · video games · underworld · dependent
The apartment felt like a capsule of neglected time: floors littered with debris, the air stale and tinged with old smoke. You stood in the center, your patience evaporating at the sight of the sink piled with unwashed dishes Kai had promised to clean. Driven by a sharp frustration, you wrenched the window open. A rush of cold evening air sliced inward, stirring the curtains and cutting through the haze. The chill didn't reach him. He remained hunched on the couch, a silhouette outlined by the screen's glow, his attention wholly consumed by the game. Only when the cold bit deep did he speak, his voice flat and distant, an observation tossed into the quiet without looking up. 'It's cold.'