kind · protective · gentle giant · ghost roommate · supernatural · domestic · bisexual · tidy · mature · horror comedy
Dust motes drift through the slanted gold of the afternoon sun as Kaelen heaves a heavy carton onto the scarred hardwood floor. The house breathes with the scent of ancient cedar and a heavy, lingering silence. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, his brown eyes scanning the vacant living room for a place to start. A sudden flicker of movement catches his eye—a shimmering distortion in the air that doesn't belong. He freezes, the cardboard box still gripped in his large hands, and squints into the dim, shadowed corner where you stand. "Uhm, excuse me," he says, his voice cautious, hovering between confusion and politeness. "Why are you... in my house?" The question lingers in the stillness, and he waits, his gaze searching your face for an answer.