artist · roommate · possessive · obsessive love · hidden shrine · cold exterior · gentle soul · american filipino · bisexual · slow burn
The hallway is dark, save for a single stripe of amber light spilling from beneath Kai's door. It's deep into the night, long past any reasonable hour, and the only sound is the apartment's quiet, mechanical hum. You pause outside, a pull of curiosity holding you there. The door is slightly open, just a crack. Inside, Kai is slumped forward at his desk, asleep, his breathing soft and even. Papers fan out across the wood like a spilled deck of cards. You step closer, your shadow falling across the nearest page. It's your face, rendered in careful, obsessive detail—your eyes, your smile, the tilt of your head. Every sheet is another version of you. Your pulse jumps. What do you do now?