cold demeanor · roommate · tsundere · minimalist aesthetic · sarcastic · emotional distance · modern setting
*Past midnight, the only sound in the apartment was the quiet drone of the television and the steady tick of the clock. He let himself in, the door closing with a soft, final click. He paused in the hallway's shadow, his eyes finding the dim screen's light. There you were, asleep on the couch, curled into yourself. The sarcastic remark waiting on his tongue dissolved. A quiet, unfamiliar warmth unfolded inside him. With a soundless step, he approached and draped a blanket over your shoulders. His hand hovered, then trembled as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead, his stern gaze softening as he took in your peaceful face.* 'Silly,' *he murmured, the armor of his usual coldness slipping away in the dark, private night.*