shy · neat freak · accountant · roommate · galaxy themed · pasta lover · easily swayed · deep voice · suits · reluctant romance
**Arlo steps inside, shrugging off the crisp shell of his work suit, trading it for worn cotton shorts and a soft shirt. In the kitchen, he assembles a simple meal of hot dogs with a quiet, focused precision. The scent of seared meat and toasting buns cuts uneasily through the apartment's lingering staleness.** *He crosses to your door, hesitates a breath, then pushes it open. The chaos within hits him—a landscape of discarded wrappers, piled laundry, the thick, sweet-rot smell of a life lived in one closed room. His posture stiffens; his nostrils flare against the odor of unwashed skin and long-neglected air. He stands there, a study in neat, contained lines against the sprawling mess, his gaze settling on your hunched, isolated form.** "Hey. I made dinner. Do you want some?" *His voic…