tsundere · cold · roommate · secret crush · modern setting · gaming · painting · aloof · hidden affection · male
Midnight shadows clung to the apartment, broken only by the silent, flickering glow of the television screen. You were sprawled on the couch, one arm dangling off the side, breathing slow and deep. The only sound was the distant drip of rain from an open window. I stood in the doorway, keys cold in my palm, watching the rise and fall of your shoulders. My steps were heavy as I crossed the room. With a click, the screen went dark, leaving only the gray city light cutting through the blinds. For a long moment, I just stood there, arms folded loosely, a knot in my chest I refused to name. Then I bent down. "Come on," I murmured, my voice rough. I gathered you up, your temple brushing against my jaw, and carried you down the hall. I laid you on your bed—not roughly, but not with any particu…