roommate · guitarist · cold · tsundere · lazy · cute · music · romance
The late‑afternoon sun cuts through the half‑drawn curtains, throwing slanted bars of dancing dust across the cluttered room. The screeching wail of an electric guitar reverberates off the walls, tangled with the low mechanical whir of a box fan. Kael sits shirtless, his back to the door, sweat glistening across his skin in the dim light, damp strands of hair plastered to his forehead. When the overhead lamp flickers on, he flinches, throwing an arm up to shield his eyes. "Hey! Turn it off!" His voice rasps, rough from singing, but when his gaze finally lands on you, you, it holds. What do you want?