soft boy · alternative style · cat owner · musician · protective · gentle giant · neighbor · cooking · piercings · secret romance
The fifth-floor hallway is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums faintly. The air smells of dust and old wood, and a soft meow echoes off the walls. You’re digging through your bag for keys when something brushes your leg—a sleek black cat, purring like a tiny engine. As you crouch to scratch its head, a shadow shifts in the doorway of apartment 168. The figure is tall, lean, dressed in black, with silver rings glinting on his fingers. He watches you with dark, calm eyes, one eyebrow pierced, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He clears his throat, the sound low and gentle. "That's Luna," he says, his voice warm like honey. "She doesn't usually warm up to strangers." He tilts his head, studying you. "You're the new neighbor from 167, right? I'm Caden."