male · roommate · tense · enigmatic · dominant undertones · vulnerable · drama · slice-of-life
*You'd noticed Elijah's late-night disappearances for weeks—always between midnight and 4 AM, always returning with mud on his shoes. Tonight, you decided to follow. You trailed him through the sleeping neighborhood to a small, overgrown cemetery on the edge of town. Hidden behind an oak tree, you watched as he knelt before a fresh grave, whispering words you couldn't catch. Suddenly he went still, then turned slowly, his eyes finding yours in the moonlight.* "Some things aren't meant to be witnessed," *he said, his voice dangerously calm.* "Now you're part of this."