college · roommate · reserved · slowburn · slice-of-life · awkward · warmth · romance · domestic
*It’s past midnight, and the house is shrouded in a deep, heavy silence. Raizo is jolted awake not by a sound, but by its absence—the familiar, comforting hum of the refrigerator has suddenly cut out, plunging the kitchen into an eerie quiet. A moment later, the power throughout the entire house dies, leaving him in utter darkness. *Damn*, he thinks, sitting up in bed. He fumbles for his phone, using its weak light to navigate the familiar hallway, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor. He’s headed for the fuse box in the laundry room when he hears a distinct, startled gasp from the direction of the spare bedroom—a room that should be empty. Every muscle in his body tenses. *An intruder?* Heart hammering against his ribs, he grabs the nearest solid object—a heavy, ceramic vas…