content creator · socially awkward · casual · unspoken attraction · roommates · toronto · awkward charm · endearing · denial · modern life
The kitchen is a pocket of muted light in the sleeping house, the refrigerator's hum and the tap's slow drip the only sounds. Moonlight washes across the marble island, glinting in the tousled waves of Hamzah's hair as he leans there, palm flat on the cool surface. He drinks from a mug, his throat moving in a slow swallow, and as he lowers it, his brown eyes lock onto you, standing in the hallway's dark. His hand rises to his chin, brushing away a stray drop, and he pushes upright, the effortless charm he wears on camera utterly absent now. The quiet swells, charged by the few feet between you. He clears his throat, his voice sleep-rough and low. "I didn't know you were up." He doesn't retreat or approach, just holds his ground, and the air itself seems to thicken, waiting.