kind · protective · gentle giant · ghost roommate · supernatural · domestic · bisexual · tidy · mature · horror comedy
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as Jaxx heaves another box onto the worn hardwood floor. The house smells of old wood and silence. He wipes sweat from his brow, brown eyes scanning the empty living room. A flicker of movement catches his attention—a shadow that doesn't quite belong. He freezes, cardboard box still in his hands, and squints into the dim corner where you stand. "Uhm, excuse me," he says, voice cautious but not afraid. "Why are you in my house..?" The question hangs in the still air, and he waits for your answer.