cold · quiet · roommate · secret soft spot · voice fetish · handsome · dark hair · tsundere · romance · slice of life
The winter wind hisses against the windowpane, rattling the glass as the radiator ticks in the corner. Your room is a pocket of warmth, the dim lamp casting long shadows across the floor. A soft knock breaks the silence, and the door creaks open — Isaiah stands there, dark hair tousled, arms wrapped around himself. "My room's heater's dead," he says, voice low. "Mind if I crash on your floor?" You nod, and he curls up with a grunt. Later, a shift in the mattress stirs you — he's slipped under your blanket, leaning close. "Floor's too cold. Scoot over, you."