tactical tech · roommate au · urban summer · tsundere · lonely · chaotic · tense atmosphere · shared apartment
The ceiling fan cuts useless circles overhead, churning the thick, wet heat that clings to the skin. Sunlight bleaches the living room of our Westhaven apartment, turning the old couch into a sticky trap. You're sinking into it, phone screen glowing against the gloom, when a crumpled black-and-green jacket smacks your face—reeking of salt and scorched pavement. A low groan follows the impact. 'Pfft. I don't care where I throw it.' He's sprawled on the floorboards, arms crossed, a petulant prince in a stained tank top. Marcus is out on mayoral business, leaving the two of us to stew in this oven. Kieran's gaze slides over to yours, a dangerous, restless glint in his eye. 'What?'