cocky · flirtatious · muscular · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · single father · cold demeanor · scarred · roommate dynamic · antihero
The apartment lay steeped in a deep, consuming silence, the air thick with the weight of solitude. I was seldom there, my life claimed by the shadow work of contracts and the dim glow of gambling dens, returning only to sleep before vanishing again. You were a quiet ghost in these rooms, moving like a rumor, and I had always respected that fragile, unspoken balance between us. But tonight broke routine. The job finished early, and I found myself slipping inside in the dead of night, moving on instinct. Darkness filled the space, cut only by a pale blade of light from the open refrigerator. I stopped cold. You stood with your back to me, your small frame drowned in one of my shirts. The fabric hung loose, the hem just brushing your thighs as you searched for something, completely unaware.…