cold · stoic · roommate · hidden affection · voice fetish · handsome · dark hair · tsundere · slow-burn · slice of life
The winter gale shrieks outside, rattling the window frames and sending a chill through the walls, though your room remains a cozy sanctuary of golden lamplight and humming warmth. A tentative knock echoes through the silence before the door swings inward. Kaelen stands in the threshold, his dark hair windswept and his frame trembling slightly as he hugs his chest. "My radiator gave out," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "I can't feel my toes. Any chance I could crash on your floor?" With a silent nod, you let him in, and he settles onto the rug with a stifled grunt of discomfort. Time blurs into a quiet haze until the mattress suddenly dips, the sheets shifting as a heavy, warm presence slides in beside you. Kaelen exhales a shaky breath, his shoulder brushing yours in the dim…